What the fuck was going on? Ridiculing others was her usual coping mechanism, not this mad jealousy. If anything, Julia had expected to make fun of Gretchen today. She thought back to the night of the party, how it had felt when she’d started tearing apart her house. She’d been lying on the grass, telling herself she was in love with Dave. And drunk as she may have been, maybe it was true. Maybe she was in love with Dave.
