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“Well,” Priya said, “I know Dylan. He isn’t one to ask
permission. I remember when we were dating, he used to
take my hands and put them…on him.” Priya looked away,
like she’d said too much. “That was a red flag for me. I knew
it wasn’t going to work out.”
“Did they tell you about the weekend after that?” Greta
asked.
“No.” Priya shook her head, frowning. “There’s more?”

Greta told her about refusing Dylan, his meltdown, and
being left behind. Ash having to steal Patty’s car to rescue
her. She left out the panic. That awful panic, wandering
in the dark, fear hovering like a pack of ghouls. Shame.
Embarrassment. Fear. Even now, they lingered close.
Priya flopped back in her seat, her mouth falling open.
“What?”

Greta nodded, nothing more to say.
After a moment of gasping, Priya said, “I can’t believe it.
I mean, I can, but I can’t.” She shook her head, trying to make
sense of the words. “I can believe that Dylan thinks every
human on the planet wants to sleep with him. It must’ve hurt
his tender little feelings when you said no. So he left you to
die in the woods?” She swore. “And Rachel and Matt went
along with it.” Her cheeks flushed red and her arms twitched,
as if the anger was attacking her body.

“Here’s the thing I can’t shake,” Greta said. It was a leap, a
mighty leap off the side of a building. But she had to say it, while
Priya still whirled off-kilter. “I can’t help but feel I was respon-
sible for some of this. Not all of it, but like I played a part.”

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