“So, Lizie. How long have you and Sam been friends?”
A small shrug. Her eyes stayed low. “Since last year.”
Sam jumped in before the silence could grow. “We have gym together. Lizie’s the only one who can run the mile without complaining.”
The tiniest smile crossed Lizie’s face at that. She reached for her water glass, drank it completely, refilled it from the pitcher, and drank again. Her hands were not entirely steady.
