EVELYN
There was something about restrooms in schools. The way they held the secrets of the most powerful, the whispered betrayals, and the fake smiles exchanged in the mirror. It was a place where truths were carelessly thrown into the air, never meant for the wrong ears to hear.
I should have known better than to let my guard down here.
Trina and I had only come in to fix our hair before lunch, but before I could even reach for my lip gloss.
I stilled, my fingers tightening around the strap of my bag as the conversation froze me in place.
"...he's still with Kate," one of them said, casually like it was a known fact. "I mean, did you see them at Steve's party last weekend?"
Another voice chimed in, "Oh my God, yes! They were so cute together in the corner."
My heart stopped. Last weekend? Dave had told me he was helping Dad with some renovation work and I felt so stupid to have believed since Dave hated Dad since the time he sold me to Mike. The memory of his text "Sorry Evie, stuck
