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“What are you doing?” She sits up.
I point at her. “Why do you keep throwing up?”
She pulls the covers over herself. “I...I don’t know what you're talking about.”
I snatch my pants off the floor and step a foot into one of the legs. “Why can’t you be in the same room as meatballs?”
She literally gags.
“Oh, my god, did you almost throw up?” I hiss.
“Please don’t say that word.”
“What?Meatballs?” I spit.
She’s turned green. “Please stop.”
“Why did the doctor say you were fainting?”I ask.
She doesn’t respond.
I jerk my pants up. “You just suddenly decided to stop drinking alcohol? Do you think I’m stupid?”
“Of course not. Kip...”
I cut her off. “You taste different. You feel different.”
Her eyes widen.
“When were you going to tell me?” I snap.
She doesn’t answer.
“When were you fucking going to tell me, Brooklyn?”
Her eyes are a watery pool.
“Unfuckingbelievable.” I storm out of the room before she can say another word.
Chapter Forty-Two
Brooklyn
I wipe away tears and rush to pull on my pants. When I make it upstairs, everyone is sitting around the kitchen staring at me without saying a word.
“Everything okay?” Zadie finally says.
“Where did he go?” I scan the room. He’s nowhere to be seen.
“Kip?” Juno says.
“Yeah.”
“Oh, he’s standing outside in the middle of a blizzard without a coat.”
“Shit,” I say, walking over to the window. Sure enough, there he is trying to catch hypothermia in a snowstorm.
“Did you tell him?” Will says. I whip my head around.
