Nina POV

　　Minnie continues to stroke my back as a form of consolation for my tears. I sniffle and try to wipe my face, knowing that my makeup is all smudged, and my eyeliner has run down my cheek. My appearance must be deplorable, worthy of pity, and that's exactly what I want.

　　"How did this happen?" Emily asks, surprise evident in her voice.

　　I force a bit more of my tears, prolonging the wait for her to understand what happened. David sits on the ...