Laura paced her room, wondering how she would ask Ethan just how close he was to Melissa. When did their friendship start? How much had he told her? Was it just friendship? Or it was something more?
She sighed, and plopped down into her chair; she couldn't ask him. It would make no sense. She wasn't supposed to be jealous of her best friend. What kind of friend did that make her?
Why was she always extra-sensitive around Ethan? Why did she feel like he was hers because she found him first? He was a human! Not an object, and he had his own life, and his own wealth.
He didn't really need her to stand on his…
Laura's door swung open, and she turned to see her mother standing in the doorway. Her mascara was smudged; her face pale, and hair rough.
“Laura?” She called out in a croak, befo
