Gasps cut through the hallway like knives.
But Genevieve didn’t care. She wasn’t trying to keep her dignity anymore. That ship had sunk. And this? This was the wreckage.
“Thomas gave me AIDS!” she screamed again, her voice splitting at the seams like her lungs were tearing apart with every breath. “And I didn’t even f*****g know!”
She dragged her hands through her hair, clawing at her scalp like she could tear the memories out by force.
“I didn’t want this! You think I wanted this?! You think I wanted to waste away in some clinic with no one by my side, puking up blood and praying to a god I don’t even believe in?! You think I wanted to lose my body, my beauty, my goddamn future?!”
She was on her knees, trembling uncontrollably now, every word another wound torn open.
“I was stupid.
