often included breaking up with that person’s family.
Sometimes the family didn’t get a goodbye. Sometimes they
didn’t get an explanation. Sometimes they didn’t get closure.
Jesus, it was ten years ago. Why am I even freaking out?
I’m not freaking out. Seriously, I’m not.
Except that Quinn was freaking out and she knew it. She
could feel the beads of sweat trickling down her back, sticking
Danica’s dress to her skin. Her heartrate wasn’t normal. Her
feet were killing her. Every step was excruciating. It was hot
out, but that’s not what was turning her perfect hair into a
limp, stringy mess.
“Quinn!”
Ugh. She could even imagine that she could hear Dallas’
voice. Calling her back. Back to that stupid office. Back to that
tiny little room that felt like it was closing in on her.
“Quinn, wait!”
Quinn whirled around so sharply that her heel caught in a
crack on the sidewalk. Her legs twisted and before she could
get anything right again, the world was spinning in a crazy
upside down kind of way. She twisted in order to protect
herself. She didn’t want to fall on her hands or arms, or worse,
let her face catch the sidewalk. She managed to get enough
momentum into that twist that she hit with her hip and rolled
harmlessly onto her bottom.
Only her pride was bruised.
And when she craned her neck up to see what shadow was
blocking the sun above her, her pride was really bruised.
There seemed to be some unwritten law in the universe
that stated that anything that could go wrong must always go
wrong. And then get worse. And then get worse from there.