Backstabbed by My Best Friend and Boyfriend

On the class graduation trip to Miami, Jill Cobb slid my black card across the front desk.

"My treat today. I'm upgrading everyone to ocean-view villa suites."

She was beaming, and she turned to murmur in my ear,

"Lena, we'll just run it on your card for now. I'll pay you back when we're home in New York."

I was standing right behind her, about to speak, when the clerk pushed the bill toward me.

"Ma'am, we'll need an eighty-thousand-dollar deposit first. The cardholder needs to sign."

The old silver bracelet on my wrist, the one my grandmother left me before she died, suddenly went hot.