I rise from my seat and send him a death glare. The invisible string that held us together has finally snapped. I can feel it. My urge to talk to him has faded in recent weeks. But I need to address our unresolved issue to get this over with.
My building tears up as I sniffle. “I’ll just talk to him, Lora.”
My best friend shoots me a quick, contrite glance before jumping to her feet to confront Kristoff. “Where’s Candice?”
“She’s in Berlin,” he says.
Lora places a hand on her hips. “Did you know you were a traitor?”
“Please, it’s not like that.”
Ben suddenly appears behind Kristoff, hooking his arm around his shoulder. “Man, long time no see! How’s your dad? I’m sorry to hear about what happened to your dad. How is he doing now?” Ben asks, his eyes darting to mine. “Hello, Anya. How
