"Victor is cheating on me," Elena said, staring straight into my soul.
The world tilted.
For a second, I couldn't breathe. The restroom suddenly felt too small, too bright, the air too thin. The sound of the party outside—the music, the laughter, the clinking glasses—faded into a dull ringing in my ears.
No. No. No.
Not this.
Not here.
Not now.
My mind started racing so fast it physically hurt. Why did I follow her here? Why did I insist on bringing her to the restroom when she said she felt dizzy? I could have let one of the staff handle it. I could have stayed downstairs. I could have avoided this.
I couldn't afford this.
I couldn't afford to be the slutty little sister secretly sleeping with her sister's husband while she stood there crying about him.
Before I could even form a response, Elena suddenly bent forward and threw up into the sink.
The harsh sound snapped me back to reality.
