Bad Girls with Perfect Faces Sasha We were holding hands, palm against palm. I could feel his heart beating, his blood against my blood. When I looked up, his smile was wide and real. "Ready?" he said. I faked a smile back. I had gotten so good at faking things. I thought: You brought this on yourself, Sasha. You will never get to stop pretending. I thought: Protect those you love, no matter what the cost. He squeezed my hand. This is exactly what I always wanted. And nothing I ever wanted at all. And there is just no taking anything back. "Let's go," I said. "Road trip!" he said. He couldn't begin to imagine what this actually was. He had no idea what I'd done. What any of us had. I turned the key. The engine started. We went. Excerpted from Bad Girls with Perfect Faces by Lynn Weingarten All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.