What’s wrong?

“Sherry knows about us.” She said.

You looked at Sydney, “How?” You lowered your voice to a whisper.

She shook her head, pressing the palm of her hand against her temple, her fingers tangled in her hair, tugging on it slightly as she spoke, her voice trembling. “She tricked me, I’m sorry. She was suspicious and joked that she saw us, and I immediately begged her to not say anything.”

You groaned and Sydney continued, her voice growing frantic, the tone rising and falling with her words, almost as if she were trying to explain herself in a hurry. You interrupted her, “Listen it’s not your fault.”

“No I’m an idiot.” Sydney said, shaking her head. “She’s promised not to tell anyone if you give her something?”

“Give her what?”