“You meet people and instantly think the worst of them. You think they’re going to hurt you, they’re playing you, or manipulating you.”
“And sometimes, they are,” I say, tipping my chin and crossing my arms on my chest.
Abbie’s face goes soft.
“And sometimes they are, Cami, but how do you expect to figure out who is and who isn’t if you decide someone is going to fuck you over before you even know their name?”