Chapter Sixteen

“Okay, seriously Lizzie?” Jane followed me into our apartment, finally getting frustrated with my lack of words on the subway. “If you aren't going to tell me what's going on, then I have no idea what to do to help.”

I slammed the front door hard enough to make the walls shake. "I don't want to talk about it right now," I told her. I vibrated with an uncontrolled fury that I was afraid I was going to unleash on her. "Go to your yoga class."

Frustration filled Jane's face at not being able to help me. “You pull us out of a fancy restaurant and fume the whole way home,” she said, putting her hands on my shoulders. “Come on, talk to me. Maybe I can help.”

I shrugged her hands away. “You can't help,” I told her, doing my best not to sound cruel. “And I don't want to tell you because it will just make things worse.”

“That's exactly why you should tell me,” Jane reasoned.

“Go to the gym. You have your yoga class that you love,” I replied. She didn't move, so I sighed. “I'll tell you when y