“Hollie, baby, talk to me.”
When her eyes lifted to mine, I saw something I never wanted to see there. Pain.
“What’s wrong?”
Without saying a word, Hollie handed me her phone. A part of me told me not to take it. To not even look at what it was she wanted me to see.
“Wendy sent me a little gift.”
When I hit play on the video, my knees nearly buckled out from under me. Looking back at Hollie, I wanted to throw the phone when I saw the tears streaming down her face.
The only thing I could say came out in a voice that didn’t even sound like my own. It was filled with regret and shame.
“Hollie,” I whispered as she pushed past me and fled.