Emma closed her eyes as another wave of nausea shook her. She pulled her knees in tight to her chest and tried to remember to breathe.
“Emma?” Kat was in her bedroom doorway. “You need anything?”
Emma held out her hand and Kat came in right away. She sat down next to Emma’s bed, clutching her hand.
“It’s OK, Em. I’m right here.”
Emma nodded. “Talk to me.”
“Alright.” Kat stroked Emma’s sweaty hair back from her forehead. “So, I was at the hair salon yesterday, and Terrance came in an hour late. When Benny started shouting at him, Terrance went berserk. Like, we always knew the guy was wound up tight, right, but he lost it.”
“What did he do?” Emma asked, her voice raspy and rough.
“Started throwing around everything he could get his hands on… products and equipment, hair clips and sh
