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said Libby as she sat in one of the chairs there. "Do you think I'm happy to meet you?" I replied sarcastically. Then I saw a mocking smile on Libby's face. "I should have said that, bitch," she said, "After you took Leo from me, now you want to take Ezra too?" I frowned and looked at him confused. "Excuse me, I don't like Ezra as a man," I said. "So if you like Ezra, you'll take him too?" said Libby in a mocking tone, "Tch! Cheap bitch!"

“Trevor’s got a guest! Who would have thought, amirite? You didn’t come here to learn how to go grocery shopping from him, right?” Her tone, though, made it clear that Javier was not the target of her attack. The real target was the guy in the kitchen. Javier did not continue. She did not seem like she wanted him to finish his sentence anyway. With her handbag still slung around her shoulder, Libby zipped open the bag and fished out 160 dollars before chucking them onto the table. A breeze blew through the open window nearby, and the money scattered before falling back on the floor.

I shudder involuntarily—a couple of the girl’s nod and grimace in understanding. “I won’t go into too much detail. Dean’s “special” was always sexual assault, consisting of the use of many kinds of instruments, tools, bottles, food, toys…. Pretty much anything he could get his hands on at the moment.” I take a deep breath, try not to think too deep about it, compartmentalize Lillian.

Libby snaps a photo again and I decide I might have to hit her with something harder than a pillow for taking photos of me slouched down in this chair in my tent of a maternity dress. "Oh, you love me," she says, clicking the camera again for effect. I make a face at her, even though it's true. Despite her incessant camera-clicking, I adore her and Bailey. They've become close friends over the past year since Dorian and I moved to Boston. Libby is a fantastic photographer with an art gallery in New Hampshire and another in Boston. I knew her at Brighton Academy, although not very well. When Dorian and I moved to Boston two years ago, Libby and I connected right away, beyond our shared histor