Sulli is already approaching the booth. Disappointment all over her face. “What the fuck, Beckett. How long?” He looks pained. “It’s not a big deal—” “You’re using drugs!” Her eyes bug. “We said we’d never take the easy out and use performance enhancers!” “Ballet is different than swimming.” “Fuck that,” Sulli cringes. “Jane is right. You didn’t tell me because I’m the one person who chose a sport over a childhood and I’m the one person who can tell you fuck your excuses.”
