Since leaving Asher’s, I was an absolute mess. I was ugly crying, all sobs and hiccups, and blowing my nose every twenty seconds.
I tried to call Nicole, but she couldn’t understand what I was saying through my tears and sniffles. I supposed that I shouldn’t have been surprised when she and Aimee showed up at my door twenty minutes later with extra blankets and pillows and three pints of ice cream.
“Definitely the kind of night for a sleepover,” Aimee said, by way of an explanation.
I let them in without a word. They arranged all the blankets and pillows in a nest on the ground and the three of us sat in the middle of it.
Nicole passed me a pint of ice cream and a spoon. “Do you want to talk about what happened? You seemed okay earlier at the party.”
I blew my nose again. My crying
