Chapter 10

I’m in my room when Tara arrives, and she chirps into the intercom that she’s coming up. Even as kids, we never had to share our space, but we’re all in that my that's that girl's hate Even though Tara and Clare have moved out, their bedrooms are still there, though they’ve been redecorated a bit removed fairy lights and school trophies.

My door creaks open and I sit up on my bed, tossing aside my book. “Hey.”

“Hey,” she says, and sighs deeply, sliding her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and rocking on her heels.

“That bad, huh?” I try to laugh as I swing my legs over the side of the bed, but the mood in the room is somewhere between “right before you find out grandma died” and “the sex talk with your parents.”

Not that I’ve experienced either; our grandparents are all still alive and probably have a good hundred years left, and Mother has probably never even said the word “sex” out loud.

“You can sit down,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Stop acting like you’re here to break bad n