Chapter 37

MARIANELLA

I enter the women's restroom stall in the restaurant and literally spill everything that fed my stomach today, the nausea hit me with a force that bent my knees in front of the toilet and made me stay there for long, miserable minutes.

My throat ached from the force of my vomiting reflex and from my effort to get it all over with soon.

Staying in the bathroom is already beginning to seem like a good idea to me, since the mood at the table is not the best, and I am more than ready to wrap up this lunch and pretend that none of this happened.

When I come out of the bathroom, I find Rebecca stretched out in front of the marble, with her arms crossed below her chest and her eyes narrowed in my direction.

Oh wonderful, that's all I needed.

I ignore her presence and head for the bathroom sink with my mouth and hands, making sure to forget that she is in the same room as me, sometimes ignorance is a blessing.

But she wants to be noticed, I can tell by the way she is tapping her he