“Shit. Let me get you home.” He looks over at his sister.
 
 “Don’t worry about me. Go take care of her.” She smiles.
 
 Max gives her a hug before walking me outside. I feel so weak. My body aches from puking and everything hurts from the realization of what I am.
 
 I lie down on the bench, resting my head in his lap. He gently strokes my hair. He wouldn’t do this if he knew who I was. He’d hate me. Everyone would.
 
 “Babe, we’re here.”
 
 I sit up, seeing the club.
 
 “Are you okay to walk? I don’t know that me walking in there carrying you would go over well.”
 
 I nod.
 
 I slowly follow Max inside. Everyone is sitting on the couches talking. When I walk in Twisted runs over.
 
 “What’s wrong with her? What happened?”
 
 “She started to feel sick. Threw up in a bathroom. She might have caught a bug.”
 
 My brother’s eyes are trained on Max. He isn’t stupid, and I know he suspects that something is going on with us. He looks back at me and his hand rubs my arm. “Why don’t you go lie down upstairs. I can call Doc if you want.”
 
 “You don’t need to call him. I’m sure it’s just a stomach bug.”
 
 I walk toward the stairs, turning around when I get to the top. All of the people I’ve come to care about are standing together.
 
 They seem worried.
 
 If they knew who I was they would kick me out.
 
 Then I’d be dead.