"What's wrong, honey?"
The question hung in the air; a daunting dark cloud of a looming storm. And Lauren felt selfish, having known she would be the catalyst of the hurricane that could potentially ruin the woman's day or...brighten it depending on what they chose to dwell on.
Her heart was heavy in her chest and every constricted pulse was withdrawing strength she barely possessed. The breeze against her skin was suffocating, forcing her to shrivel into the warm cavern that was her body – slowly beaten, slowly consumed until she was trembling that even her audacity to speak was robbed from her.
And as she tightened her grip on the neck of the wine bottle, Lauren was fearful, like the same pressure was applied around her throat. She hadn't consumed enough alcohol to decrease her retice
