Yolanda nestled against his chest, satisfaction written all over her face.
I started to laugh. A broken, hollow laugh, my eyes burning crimson as I fixed them on him. "Lewis, you truly disgust me."
I turned to leave.
Something flickered in Yolanda's eyes. The moment my back was turned, she shoved me.
I lost my balance. My stomach slammed into the edge of the table.
"Ahh!"
"Letty!"
Althea's face changed. She rushed toward me.
I pressed both hands against my abdomen, feeling a warm stream sliding down between my legs. The blood drained from my face in an instant.
Lewis came to his senses and moved toward me, but before he could take a step, Yolanda suddenly cried out too.
"Lewis! I feel so dizzy... I think I'm losing too much blood."
Her eyes fluttered shut, and she collapsed into Lewis's arms.
Lewis glanced at me, then down at the woman draped against his chest.
He chose her. Scooped Yolanda up and strode out without a backward glance.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Lewis?!" Althea screamed after him.
Her hands were shaking as she dialed 911.
By the time the paramedics loaded me onto the stretcher, my vision was swimming. Then everything went black.
...
I woke to the sharp sting of antiseptic.