"I'm so sorry, Robby."

"It's okay, we just got to get you home."

Sam's head was swimming so bad, all she said was to not take her back to her parents. She was sober enough to know the kind of shit she'd be in with them, but too drunk to explain to Robby that wasn't what she was sorry about.

How could she tell him she kissed Miguel? How could she do that to him? Even if she wasn't hammered, how could she explain she hadn't meant to?

She couldn't. Because she had meant to. And she was so sorry.