NOELLE
Everything snaps back into motion as if someone just flipped a switch. The dining room noise floods in all at once—silverware clinking, Levi laughing at something Azalea said, and Danika asking someone to pass the wine bottle. As if nothing happened.
Except Sabrina is now standing right beside me.
I don't remember moving. I don't remember her grabbing my wrist. But her hand is locked around mine, and there's a knife in my palm.
A steak knife.
The blade is already buried in the side of her throat.
Blood wells up instantly, dark against her pale skin. She lets out a wet, gurgling sound, and her eyes roll towards me, wide with fake terror.
"Noelle—" she chokes, her voice trembling. "Why...?"
She releases my wrist, but the knife stays lodged in her throat because her own hand is
