The lost baby

"I cannot believe you just had all the fun alone," Celine pouted from where she stood next to the dressing mirror, watching me pack my bags for the trip. Trust Celine to find an exercise with her fist kissing someone's face the best form of fun. All morning she had remained by the mirror, staring at something in her belly. Sometimes I would ever have to snap my fingers to draw her attention. If I did not know my best friend well enough, I would say she had been crying, but that was too far-fetched. C never cried.

"It was really no fun," I said with enough dryness to make my voice croaky. My hands still hurt from clawing at Sarah even after days had passed.

"You got a chance to teach that witch a lesson in her own game, that's everyone's dream." she cried like she was trying to explain to me why veggies were g