Oh no. The damn COST word again. I could feel my face burning with embarrassment.
I took the bag, not trusting myself to look up, and half-jogged to my room.
Inside, I let gravity have its way: the bag plummeted from my arms and I drifted through the living room like a sleepwalking zombie, doing laps around the coffee table.
Maybe if I moved fast enough, the laws of shame wouldn't catch me.
I ended up face-planted on the sofa, brain officially unplugged.
The universe chose that moment to send in Harper - my best friend, badass lawyer, general disaster control.
I heard her voice echo from the bedroom:"Cecilia?! What in God's name happened to you?"
I barely moved. It took all my energy to lie there and not die.
She barrelled across the room like a woman on a mission, flipped me onto
