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EVE
Bailey was throwing up in the bathroom of our dad’s double-wide.
“It’s just a hangover!” she insisted as she leaned her cheek against her porcelain throne.
A hangover.
Right.
Like I hadn’t seen her incapacitated last night. As if there hadn’t been an entire table of illegal drugs in front of her. As if I hadn’t dragged her ass out of that party against her wishes. She would have happily stayed with that i***t Xavier.
“You’re not fooling me.”
Her response was to wretch into the toilet.
I cringed and took another step back. I was glad Dad wasn’t here to witness it. He was off at church, pretending like nothing had happened. It was better for everyone that he was out of the picture.
He’d raged last night when I finally brought Bailey home, high as a kite. It was one of the fe
