The hallway to the restrooms was dim, lined with closed doors. I stopped when I heard voices.
“You said it would just make her leave the table for a while!” Sophie hissed.
Marcus’s voice was sharp. “It wasn’t supposed to be you. Rachel was supposed to drink it. How much did you have?”
“All of it! How was I supposed to know? You didn’t say anything!”
My pulse hammered in my ears. They were talking about me. And whatever was in that packet was meant to humiliate me in front of everyone — drive me away from my own anniversary celebration.
Back at the table, I wore my best mask. But inside, I was calculating.
