Sin-hub
I think out loud and pause, realizing the words have already slipped out.
Mason is my childhood bestie, the only boy in the midst of two girls; Savannah and me. He would worship us like we were literal queens, paying attention to every detail. Not even a strand of our hair got hurt with him around. After high school, harsh realities tore us across the globe.
“Repeat it,” Caleb’s face turns cold, red with bitterness. “What you just said, repeat it.”