best friend, was sitting by my bed, her eyes red and

the party, the award ceremony. I told her about

mask of pure fury. "That ba

aid, my voice ho

the hospital. Julian

r's office to pick up the divorce papers. Then, I ha

t. He turned to his classmates and pointed, his voice shri

mask of outrage. "What are you doing here?" she demanded, loud enough for the

nd met her gaze. "I ha

ed the thick divorce agreement on the dashboard. "Get him

ough a few photos, then angled the screen toward me. It was my home studio. My design dr

was so happy after you lost the baby. Said now no

hysical blow. But

o a conspiratorial whisper. "Your prenatal vitamins? I had Juli

alry. This was a calculated, venomous cruelty I couldn't have