Ch. 11

“You know what, Cass, I'm not feeling very well,” I lie, clutching my midsection with a wince I hope looks convincing. “I think I need to head out.”

Cassie’s fork pauses halfway to her mouth. “Aw, really? That sucks.”

“I’m so sorry, I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Lunch is on me next time.”

She w...