I squeeze Emma’s hand. “No one knew you didn’t know.”
“I would never date a man if I knew he sent my brother to jail.”
Okay, in retrospect, I probably should’ve assumed that.
“We thought you’d forgiven him,” Sabrina says.
“Because I’mnice? Andkind? That makes me afool?”
“No, it makes you the kind of person the rest of us wish we could be.”
The last time I saw Sabrina cry, she was pulling Emma out of the creek that runs through downtown, convinced Em had drowned not long after we all sobbed our eyes out at Mrs. Monroe’s funeral in middle school.
We’ve been through boyfriend breakups. Separation for college. Family funerals. All without the tears that Sabrina’s crying right now too.
Her world is crumbling too.
“I’m so sorry, Em,” she says.
“You always said you didn’t have secrets,” I say. “We thought you knew and just didn’t want to tell us the things that—”
“Please. Give. Me. Space,” Emma says.
Sabrina swallows another sob.
I don’t know how I’m dry-eyed.
Probably shock.
Aporn star?
Theo’sa porn star.
And Emma’s wedding is wrecked.
And Sabrina’s family business is gone.
AndTheo’s a porn star.
“Okay,” Sabrina says, her voice cracking like I’ve never heard it crack. “Okay. But if you need me, I’m here. And I’m sorry. I love you, Em.”
“Can I get you—” I start, but Emma glares at me too.
“Right before my wedding?” she shrieks. “You tell me thatright before my wedding?”
I cringe and swallow my own defense.
Doesn’t matter if I’ve only known since yesterday.
Or that I thought she knew.
If I’d found out something that big about anybody else, any other time, I would’ve gone straight to Emma and Sabrina and asked if they knew. If it mattered.
And I didn’t.
“I’m sorry, Em,” I whisper too.
“I want to be alone,” she says.
