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Hilary
“Here you go.” My sister handed me a glass with whiskey and coke from across the kitchen’s island. She immediately turned around to grab another glass to serve someone else, and I handed my drink to Bia. I wasn’t a drinker. In fact, I hadn’t had a drink since before that fateful day. I wasn’t sure why drinking related to that, but my therapist thought it was because men tended to abuse women, physically or even verbally, when drunk. She said it might also be because I was afraid of losing control.
“Obrigada,” Bia whispered, winking.
While Hannah busied herself with the drinks and finger food, the guys played video games in their living room. They had just come back from the tournament in Los Angeles, which they had won, and they wanted to celebrate.
“Here,” Agnes said, handi
