Chapter ElevenBrielle
“Push your bottom back and press your heels into the floor.”
I glance up at the yoga instructor and mimic her pose, pushing back into a downward-facing-dog position.
Frustrated, I glance at Julie beside me. She’s so tall and graceful with her long limbs and perfect posture; her downward dog looks nothing like my awkward, shaking attempt. Yet week after week, I let her drag me here to this yoga studio and twist my body into shapes it isn’t meant to do, following it up with a wheat-grass shot that I can barely stomach, all in the name of good health. Oh, joy.
I glance at the clock and see that it’s only been seven minutes. s**t. I’m doomed.
“I still need the details about the other night,” Julie hisses at me.
“And yet you bring me to yoga, which I hate.” I narrow
