I turn to look back at Vale and she won’t give me the courtesy of a return glance. Oliver nods and eases out, shutting the door quietly. I scrub my hands through my hair, which I’ve always worn long, between chin and shoulder, depending on my mood. His eyes cut from me over to Vale, who turns her head away to stare at the wall. As it is, you’re going to be lucky to make your flight.” Just as I think she’s getting ready to enlighten me, her door opens and Oliver sticks his head in. If it’s possible, Vale’s eyes look even more fatigued and she takes in a shuddering breath. The only thing I remember is you wanting to leave the party and me not wanting to. She looks at me with dead eyes and says, “It doesn’t matter.” “What the fuck, Vale? Why did you stay here last night?” Her hands come out from under the quilt to pull it up to her chest as she rests against the headboard. She shakes her head and pushes up in the bed. “Did I do something last night?” I blurt out in a panic, my hands coming to her shoulders.
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