Chapter 11

The truth? I have a headache, I do. And when I look at myself in the mirror in the bathroom, I see puffy, bloodshot eyes and tired skin. It’s going to be a long day.

Before I close the bathroom door, I hear her tell him, “Hey, can I ask you something?”

God, no,I plead. Just when I thought today might be looking up.

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I stand under the shower and let the hot water pound away the tension bunching my muscles. I hadn’t bothered with the cold water at all and my skin is red, my face sweaty from the heat. I ignore it, the same way I ignore the roar of the shower, and the fact that she’s in our room, talking to him, about…something.

About me.

What can she possibly be saying?

I almost don’t want to know.