Natalie hailed a cab without concern for what it would cost her to get home. She just needed to get out of there. During the ride to her apartment, she cycled through emotions that filled her eyes from hurt and anger. Nothing about this evening had gone the way she’d expected.
Tossing money at the driver when they arrived, she flung the door open and stomped into her apartment. Jillian was sitting on the couch, wine glass in hand. With wide eyes, she held the glass up to Natalie. “I think you need this more than I do.”
“Crap. You watched.” She dropped her purse on the table and sank onto the cushion next to her best friend.
“Of course I watched. What kind of friend would I be if I hadn’t?”
“At least if you hadn’t, you could reassure me with platitudes. You know, it couldn’t be that bad
