I turned around and walked out of the room.
No screaming.
No throwing things.
Just silence.
I drove without knowing where I was going.
My phone buzzed nonstop.
Daniel.
Esther.
My mother.
I ignored every call.
Eventually I ended up sitting in a pharmacy parking lot, staring at the steering wheel and trying to breathe.
I called my best friend Hannah.
“I caught Daniel,” I said.
“With Esther.”
“In our bed.”
She was silent for half a second.
Then she said calmly,
“Text me where you are. I’m coming.”
