Shantel’s POV
My eyes met Sarah’s across the room, and I gave her a small nod.
It wasn’t a big nod. Not dramatic. Just small. But she understood what I meant.
It was my way of saying: “Tell her. Tell Izzy now. Rip the band-aid off.”
I leaned a little bit on the bathroom wall so I could look at Izzy. The steam from the bathroom was still surrounding me, as I tied up my towel.
“Hi Izzy babyyyyy,” I shouted from the bathroom. I was trying to pretend like everything was fine. Like I was not hiding a big bomb that was going to explode any moment from now. “What did you come back with today?”
Izzy dropped onto the edge of her bed, groaning so dramatically I thought she might collapse on the floor.
“Ughhhh… tons of tension, girl. Actual, heavy, choke-you-out tension. Like… kill me now.”
