CHAPTER 120: Not So Fun Anymore

We weave through the crowd, making our way to the bathroom at the back of the club. The hallway is quieter, the sound of the music muted as we step into the restroom.

It’s surprisingly clean, with bright fluorescent lights. We both slip into stalls, taking a moment to catch our breath.

Once we’re done, we meet at the mirrors, reapplying lipstick and fixing our hair, laughing at how flushed we look. Juniper, still full of energy, pulls out her phone from her purse and holds it up to her face.

“I’m calling the kids,” she says casually, like it’s the most normal thing in the world to FaceTime your children from a club bathroom.

I laugh. “Of course you are.”

She taps the screen, and soon the excited chatter of her kids fills the room. I watch as their little faces light up the screen, their high-pitched voices competing to tell her about their day.

“Mama! Mama, guess what?” one of them says, their face close to the camera.

“What? Tell me,” Juniper replies, smiling wide.

“We built the bi