Chapter 1

1: Congratulations, I Guess

I told myself I could ignore the moans.

I was wrong.

I stared at the horror movie with the focus of someone defusing a bomb, jaw tight, the cushion slowly losing its structural integrity in my grip. The movie wasn’t even scary anymore. Nothing was scarier than the sounds Hannah was making—the kind I’d only ever heard through the apartment walls and wished I hadn’t.

Don’t look, I told myself. Do not look.

I looked.

Hannah was grinding on Matt’s lap. His hand was already moving inside her skirt. Her head was tipped back, her toes curling against the couch, and I watched for approximately one second before my brain sent an urgent message to my eyes that said, Absolutely not.