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The air whooshed out of Sylvie’s lungs Pippa Worthington could have ambled over on her four-inch heels and sat her bony butt down in Sylvie’s lap and she wouldn’t have noticed

Sure, addicts backslid It happened all the time, but Ivy had been so determined not to, Sylvie had never considered it a possibility Dates and times flashed in her hts out with new friends—and soed for what her mouth would never ask for And Sylvie had been too busy to put it all together Everything had been so crazy sixthat she’d ns Some friend

“God I should have noticed I should—”

Another roll of Ivy’s proud shoulders “I’s Re my mom?”

Sylvie nodded, recalling how shaken Ivy had been a year ago after herout of her driveway

“Well, what I didn’t tell you was that before the accident, ured I was just going to end up like her anyway, so Iit That’s how I ended up coh as a kite and looking like soy When I finally realized what I was doing, I couldn’t face myself in the mirror, let alone you and Drea That left all of my old friends, like Anders, who always had plenty of cocaine”

“I’ers around Ivy’s ice-cold hands “We should have helped you”

“That’s the thing I had to help ht about one thing I did sell you out”

Chapter Seven

“Fashion goes ’round in circles”

—Siobhan Fahey

“Out of everyone Ivy said she told, I’d put Anders Blooh, Sylvie turned the key in her apartht now, I really don’t see hiuratively, yes, but not literally”

The door swung inward She took three steps into her aparted

Anya had a cast-iron stomach, but Sylvie, at the barest hint of trouble, went sprinting for the antacids The ice dancing down her spine told her they’d bypassed subtle signs of chaos and gone straight into all-caps screa about it

“So,” she murmured