There were jokes about the dress fitting.
There was a photo of Anya’s ring sitting on Lauren’s finger, Lauren’s hand held out like she was auditioning to be someone’s wife.
And there was a message from Ethan that hollowed Anya out so fast she almost didn’t feel herself falling:
She’ll never leave. She needs this more than I do.
Her vision narrowed to a tunnel. Sound became distant, muffled by the rush of blood in her ears. She tried to swallow and couldn’t. Her hands shook so hard the phone slipped from her fingers and clattered against the makeup table.
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