She stepped toward me, her hands balled into fists at her sides.
"I’m so caught up in my feelings-- in the mess of everything that's happening with Nicholas and the fact that you’re constantly suffocating me-- that I don't even know what I'm doing anymore! I went there because I needed to feel nothing! I needed to drown out the sound of my own head!"
I went still. The words "I slipped up" felt like a sentence. I looked at her, searching for the girl I’d laughed with in her bedroom, but all I saw was a stranger who was just as broken as I was.
"You needed to feel nothing," I repeated, the irony a bitter taste in my mouth. "So you went to the one guy who’s an expert at it."
Maya didn't answer. A set of headlights swerved around the corner, a sleek silver car pulling up to the curb b
