“I didn’t go home.” My cheeks heated. “I’d checked into a hotel that time.”

Her brows pinched.

Avery’s eyes widened with sympathy. “Oh, Calla . . .”

“I know it sounds stupid. I honestly only did it because I wanted to get away for a little bit, and it was really the only option. It was kind of cool, really. And I know what I said about my mom being dead is freaking terrible and you guys probably think I’m a horrible person.”

“Actually, no, we don’t.” Teresa twisted toward me as she straightened out the leg that had been injured first by dancing and then again when her roommate’s boyfriend had pushed her, effectively ending Teresa’s dreams of dancing professionally for an elite ballet school. “Calla, I don’t know all your reasons for not telling us about your mom and your life here, but from what we’ve learned the last couple of hours, I get why you didn’t want to.”

“We totally get it,” Avery agreed, and I felt a tiny bit of hope flare in my chest.

Teresa nudged my knee with hers. “But I hope you know that whatever your background is or whatever, we aren’t going to judge you. You can be up front with us.”

“Trust us on that,” Avery added. “We are the last people to judge you.”

My gaze bounced between the two, and they were giving each other a look I didn’t fully understand. Then Avery moved to sit on the other side of me. Nervously, she tucked a strand of red hair back behind her ear.

Then she took a deep breath I could hear, looked at Teresa one more time, and then her gaze settled on me. Muscles in my stomach clenched, and I knew she was about to tell me something major. It was written all over her somewhat pale face. “When I was younger, I’d gone to a party that an older guy at school was throwing at his house. He was cute and I flirted with him, but things got out of hand. It really was bad.”

Oh God no. Part of me already knew where this was heading, and I reached over, wrapping my hand around hers, and squeezed.

She pressed her lips together, and I could tell what she was about to say was hard—harder than anything I’d ever had to admit to. “He raped me,” Avery said quietly, so softly I could barely hear it, but I did, and in response, my chest squeezed. “I did the right thing. At first. I told my parents and I told the police, but his parents and mine were country club buddies, and they offered my parents a whole lot of money if I kept quiet. Plus there had been a picture of me earlier that night sitting in his lap and I had drank. My parents had been more worried about what people would say about me instead of what was done to me, so I agreed. I took the money and it ate at me, Calla. I felt like shit for it.”