Suddenly, I remember what that fortune teller, Dove, told me. He might close the palm holding my heart and strangle it with his fingers.
I think he just did that.
He murdered my heart with his bare hands.
“What?”
“But I guess I broke his rules first.”
“What? What rules? What are you talking about?”
I look at Maggie. “I fell in love with him.”
Her face crumples in sadness and pity. “You stupid, stupid girl.”
Then, she walks me to the on-call room I was supposed to be in tonight.
With each step, I keep thinking, I’m a stupid, stupid girl.