Vivian
I stormed out of Renee’s hospital room, every muscle in my body wired tight. I couldn’t believe it. That little liar—lying there like some tragic heroine while I tried to offer her grace, and for what? So she could throw it in my face again? If I knew she would be this ungrateful for the honor of being my friend, I wouldn't have bothered to pick her up when I did.
Nothing was going the way it should’ve. I was supposed to be the one everyone sided with. I was supposed to be the victim, not her. I was the victim. It should have been me wearing that dress. It should have been me and the spotlight. It should still be me, and it would be as soon as I got her under control.
I was rehearsing the words I’d say to Dad to smooth all this over when I rounded the corner and walked straigh
