At the bar, I could already feel the alcohol working its magic, and the world around me starting to blur.
I grabbed my phone, opened the camera, and recorded a video, my head swimming as I stared into the lens.
My hair was a mess, my eyes unfocused, and I laughed, the sound coming out sloppily as I raised my glass.
"Here’s to all the assholes out there! Hope you die alone—no peaceful death for you!"
I downed the drink in one go, posted the video, and before I even had time to process it, my phone rang.
Jason’s name flashed on the screen.
"Emma! Are you out of your mind? What the hell did you post? Delete it right now!" His voice was full of shock, anger, and disbelief.
"Am I crazy? No, I’m not crazy—yet! It’s you who’s making me lose it!" I shouted into the phone, the words tumbling out in a rush. "Jason, you’re a damn fool! Ava isn’t even sick! She’s lying to you!"
There was a pause, and then I heard Ava’s soft, whiny voice come through, interrupted by fake little coughs.
"Emma, how could you say that about me..." Ava let out a fake cough before going on, "I’m really feeling terrible... Why are you doing this to me?"