happened and let the tears come until they stopped. After,
she’d come out like nothing had happened.
Because that’s what it was, wasn’t it? Nothing. Nothing
had changed. Nothing was different. She knew she was so, so
beyond ridiculous for thinking or hoping otherwise.
“Quinn?”
Quinn stiffened at Danica’s voice in the hall behind her.
She sprinted for the bathroom, but she wasn’t fast enough.
Danica wedged herself between the door and the jam so that it
wouldn’t close, then pushed until she was on the inside with
Quinn. She shut the door, twisted the lock, and flipped on the
light.
Quinn was too stunned and too annoyed to think about
crying now. She let out a huff and crossed her arms as Danica
leaned against the door. “If you don’t mind, I was thinking
about going pee. Alone.”
“No you weren’t.”
“Fine. Number two then. Which really deserves to be done
alone.”
“Stop.”
Quinn slammed down the toilet seat and sat down on top
of it. She stared Danica down, but her sister wasn’t afraid of
scathing looks. It wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen many, many
times before.
“So?” Danica asked. “Why’d Dallas take off? What
happened outside?”
“Oh my God! Do you have to know everything about my
life? Can’t I have one single thing that I keep for myself?”
“No. Because I need to know if I should go after her and
strangle her with a balloon string or choke her with leftover