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“Come on, Hannah, we don’t lie to each other.” I gently spoke to her and then placed a hand on her shaking knee. “Whatever it is, maybe I can help.”

Whatever was on her mind, well, maybe I could help? I cared about Hannah. She was sweet and gentle and really smart. Plus she was the only girl on earth I would willingly tell Cyrus about. All other girls in my life either went after Cyrus’s men or judged me.

Hannah looked up from her notes. “You can’t tell anyone.”

Okay... I frowned. “Who would I tell?” Was it about a boy she liked? Why would I tell anyone anything she said? “You do realize whatever you tell me is kept private. It’s between you and I. Hell, I trust that you won’t go babbling to everyone I’m a biker’s daughter.”

She smiled. Like she wasn’t judging me on that fact.

I lowered my voice. “Plus, I’m trusting that you won’t tell anyone I launder money for a club.”

She nodded her head. “I wouldn’t tell anyone your business.”

“Well, same for you. I wouldn’t tell anyone anything you said.”

“Okay.” She looked around the classroom. Then looked back at me when she was satisfied that everyone was busy. “I’m sick.”

“What with a cold still?” I frowned, not understanding why that would be a secret.

“No.” She glanced down at her hands. “They want to do biopsy.”

Biopsy? You don’t get a biopsy for a cold. I looked at her closer. “On what?”

She looked up and a tear ran down her cheek. She was quick to wipe it off. “My breast.”

Shit. She wouldn’t need to see my panic. She was my friend. I didn’t want her in pain and suddenly I was seeing a new layer to Hannah. She was really fucking strong.

“I had an ultrasound last week. It’s come back as suspicious,” Hannah mumbled. “They want to do a biopsy now.”

“When is it booked?” I hid my panic. She was way too young to be facing these kinds of problems.

“Today at two. I don’t want to go.” The dread was clear in her voice. Along with nerves and a hell of a lot of fear. She was scared.

“Have you told anyone?”

“No. You’re the only one.” She nervously ran a hand through her hair. “I just want to pretend like it isn’t happening but every morning I wake up and feel it, and my nightmare repeats.”

“You’ve done a really good job hiding it.” I couldn’t believe she had kept it from me—let alone her family! How could she be facing this alone! Well, starting from now that wouldn’t be the case. “I’m coming.”

Her eyes snapped up. “What?”

“To your appointment. I’m coming.” I would not let her face this by herself. She needed a friend. I was her friend. “You would do it for me if the situations were reversed.”

“I didn’t tell you to rope you into coming.” She spoke softly and sounded alarmed. I knew that hadn’t been the purpose in her telling me.

“I know you didn’t.” I smiled at her. “But you aren’t facing this by yourself. Every appointment you have, I’m coming to. Trust me, I’m great at getting coffees.” Whenever Cyrus was beaten up and put in the hospital, I would be the chief coffee getter. “Guessing you won’t be telling your family?”

She shook her head. “I’m never telling them.”

That meant Tyson didn’t know.

I knew not to fight her on it. Friends supported friends’ decisions. “You’ve only told me?”

She nodded her head.

“In that case, I am going to be glued to your side. Every appointment you have, I’m coming.” I sat up in my chair. “No more secrets?”

“You really like honesty, don’t you?”

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