Ava’s face was pale, and she clutched her chest as if she was about to collapse.
She weakly leaned against Jason, her voice barely a whisper. "Jason… I… I don't feel good anymore..."
Jason quickly steadied her, concern written all over his face. "Ava, what’s wrong? Where does it hurt?"
I stood frozen, watching this ridiculous charade unfold, my heart turning to stone. Jason looked like he was about to come over to check on me, but Ava clutched his arm tightly.
"Jason, I… I feel dizzy…" she said, her body going limp as she collapsed into his arms.
Jason looked between Ava, limp in his arms, and me standing there, unable to hide the bitterness rising inside me. Finally, he made his choice.
He picked Ava up in a horizontal position and looked at me with a half-hearted apology. "Emma, you go to the hospital. I’ll take Ava, and I’ll come to find you afterward."
I felt my stomach twist painfully.
I leaned against the wall, dry heaving, but nothing came up. Just the bitter, sour taste of anger rising in my throat.
'Jason, Ava, the wedding…'
Those words spun around in my head, getting louder and louder until they landed on the image of Jason leaving with Ava in his arms.