Chapter 13

Throwing the money that Talia had given me for cab fare at the bewildered taxi driver, I sprinted up the stairs to my apartment and tore the ruined dress off, kicking it into a corner before showering and slipping into my coziest fleece pajamas.

"Pri?" I whispered, pushing her door open. Careful not to trip on the dark lumps on her floor that were probably shoes, I sat down her bed.

She yawned, cracking a bleary eye open. "What time is it?"

"Really late or really early. Can I sleep here?"

She brushed a strand of hair out of my face. "Want to talk about it?"

"Not yet."

Priya pulled the covers back and I crawled in beside her. I expected to stay awake rehashing the night's events, but my friend was giving off heat like a furnace and her sheets smelled like sunshine and sleep claimed me.

She didn't push me to talk the next day, for which I was profoundly grateful.