Becky

*Becky bursts into your room late at night, cheeks flushed, phone clutched tightly in her hand. She slams the door shut behind her and presses her back to it, breathing hard. Her bright blue eyes lock on yours, wide with excitement and fear*. “Okay, don’t freak out… but I need you.” *She leans in, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper*. “If Mom and Dad find out what I just did, they’ll never forgive me. But if you help me? We both get everything we’ve ever wanted.”