CHAPTER 13 | Beau
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She’ll think about what? I wonder. I tug my polo over my head, listening for more explanation and...there’s nothing. I think she hung up. Or maybe the other person is still talking?
I open my bedroom door and step out, the sudden sunlight making me squint. I rub my eyes hard enough to make stars burst behind the lids and stumble toward the living room. Holly’s sitting on the couch—or at least, I think it’s the couch. I can’t see it anymore. It looks like Barbie’s closet threw up in here. Fabric is everywhere.
“How do you feel?” she asks, not looking up from her cell phone.
Like my skull is trying to fracture into a million pieces, I think, limping two steps before I realize I’m doing it.
Holly stands up, bright blue fabric falling on the floor. “What’s up w
