Sofia
I was glad when Sarah was finally ready to leave. Her friends decided to make their own ways home, and we jumped in an uber together.
My mind was a dizzy mess from the alcohol buildup my liver was struggling to process.
Sarah talked to the cabbie and she chatted with me enthusiastically, but my answers were half-hearted. I still had questions that I could not figure out how to put into words. Even if I could, I already knew Sarah's take on her cousin.
By the time we made our way across town, I was feeling a bit more sober, but not more clear minded. My head was still swirling with my conversation with the woman in the washroom as we tromped into our apartment.
I had deliberately left him, but had that been the wrong thing to do? He probably hated me now. Or would he?
Sarah was
