Chapter 28

• ELAINE
• The week had been a drag. I was sick when I woke up on Saturday morning, my insides struggling against the drink and drugs from the social night before. I’d been on a party high, stretching out from Petra’s crappy charity gig on Thursday until I passed out late on Friday. One long round of intoxication had slammed me into the weekend with vomit.
• I looked like a mess in the bathroom mirror. My eyes were sunken, even though they were still almost pastel in their blue. My skin was deathly sallow, crying out for a layer of concealer. My lips were dry and cracked, and I felt sick.