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Quinn
A strange fear clutched me as a pale, stone-faced Zoey walked stiffly from Cora’s room. She looked...I don’t know. She looked shell-shocked. And Cora looked like death warmed over with bags under her eyes and her face flushed as if she did have a fever.
Something wasn’t right. And it was not the flu.
I sat next to Cora on her mattress and let her curl up with her head in my lap. Stroking her hair, I watched her close her eyes and breathe deeply, trying to fall asleep.
“Are you pregnant?” I finally asked.
Her eyes fluttered open and she scowled at me. “Why do guys always automatically assume a girl’s pregnant as soon as she upchucks?”
Okay, so she wasn’t pregnant. “Bulimia?” I asked next.
She sighed as if already exhausted by my interrogation. Then she closed her eyes witho
