Watching her "best friend" sink into misery, looking utterly abandoned by the world, Quana's lips curled into a barely-there smirk.
"Like I'd leave? Randy made me babysit you," she purred, staying specifically to witness Sandra's spectacular downfall. Did this naive woman truly believe marrying Jackie would magically solve everything?
"Fine. Stay. I'm leaving." Sandra threw off the hospital blankets with a violent jerk, only to be hit by a wave of dizziness the moment she sat up.
Quana lunged forward, fingers digging into Sandra's arm with false concern. "You can barely stand! Where exactly would you go? If my voice bothers you, I'll just... shut up."
Too exhausted for this charade, Sandra wrenched free and collapsed back onto the sterile sheets. "Whatever."
She squeezed her eyes shut
