“You needed time to process him choosing you. I was there through everything,” her voice was soft. “Tell me it didn’t mean anything, you turning to me while you were confused.” Her words violently wrenched open the protective shield to my heart. Nausea blurred my vision, and I clung to the toilet bowl. My skin prickled with heat. What did Nicole know about what had happened to me? Her following comment cut through the desperate, clawing fear.
