"Oh god, my head is spinning," I muttered, pressing two fingers hard against my left temple.
Julian looked up from his wine glass, his dark eyes narrowing as his brows drew together. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm okay. I will just go upstairs and take some painkillers. I'll be fine."
"Alright," Julian said, in a low voice. "Take care of yourself."
I went straight to my bathroom. Cold water splashed over my skin, but it didn't dull the ache. I dug into my canvas tote on the table, pulled out the bottle, and swallowed two dry pills.
My fingers hit the silver foil pack of my birth control pills.
I pulled it out to put it away, but the edge felt jagged. Rough. I ran my nail down the second row. The silver backing lifted effortlessly under my thumb, tacky with a thin layer of fresh glue that
