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God, I felt those lyrics now.
Yeah. I wasn’t looking in a mirror anytime soon.
I managed to pull on some sweatpants and a T-shirt and made my way out to the kitchen, where Becca was unpacking a brown paper bag of groceries.
“I ordered these,” she said, not looking at me. “Becauseyou had nothing. Have you eaten at all in the last three days?”
I couldn’t remember . . .
“Yeah.” Hmm. “What day is it?”
“It’s Tuesday.”
Tuesday?
I tried to count back.
Coulda sworn it was Monday. Had I missed a day?
Becca put a glass in front of me with fizzing orange liquid. “Drink this.”
It smelled awful.
It fizzed at my nose and made my stomach roll, but I sipped it.
Then there was a slice of toast in front of me. “Eat up. I plugged your phone in too because it was dead.”
I groaned at the toast as if it had offended me personally. I picked at it, sipping the heinous, fizzy hangover drink, regretting both. But my stomach wasn’t even my biggest concern. “My head hurts.”
“You can’t have pills until you eat something.”
I whined.
Actually whined.
Becca raised one eyebrow at me and then I regretted that too.
I ate half the toast and managed most of the drink, and then two Advil appeared on the counter in front of me. I sighed and took the pills, finished the drink and toast, and wallowed in my misery for a minute.
I knew I had to tell Becca we were over.
We had to havethatconversation.
“So,” Becca said. “We should probably talk.”
My gaze cut to hers, and seeing her sad smile, I knew.
I knew she was on the same page as me.
I nodded.
“Yeah. We probably should.”
“You feeling any better?”
I wasn’t, but I didn’t want to guilt her any more than I already had. “Yeah, thanks.”
She studied me for a beat before she smiled and shook her head. “You’re a terrible liar.”
