“This isn’t healthy. I wasn’t sure if you even could speak. If you won’t speak to me, I’m calling Chyna and getting her over here. Maybe she can talk some sense into you.”
Lexi didn’t even have the energy to stop her. What did it matter if Chyna came over? That wasn’t bringing Jack back to her and if it did, it wasn’t going to take back what had happened last night.
She stared at the TV which, at some point, had been switched on to a terrible soap opera. She didn’t recognize what was going on and after a couple minutes everything blurred into a brilliant phantasmagoria of colors.
“Oh, honey,” Chyna cried as soon as she burst through the door. She rushed across the room and sat on the couch next to Lexi. “What happened to you? How long has she been like this?”
Claire shrugged and glance
