“Praise Jesus, it’s over!” Malika announced as they burst out of the testing center. “This calls for a celebration.”
Celebrating was the absolute last thing Corinne wanted to do. The certainty that she’d failed the NCLEX settled into her bones like an ache. She couldn’t afford to waste the $200 testing fee, especially not now that she’d started a ticking time clock on getting out of her mother’s house. But was it really any surprise? She’d barely slept since Friday night, barely eaten. All she could think about was Whitney. Exactly like your mother. And when it wasn’t Whitney’s recriminations ringing in her ears, it was Tucker and the look of utter betrayal on his face.
“I’m not much in the mood for ice cream, Mal.”
“Well, if not ice cream, how about drinks? It’s five o’clock somewhere.
