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“What are you doing?” She sits up.

I point at her. “Why do you keep throwing up?”

She pulls the covers over herself. “I...I don’t know what you're talking about.”

I snatch my pants off the floor and step a foot into one of the legs. “Why can’t you be in the same room as meatballs?”

She literally gags.

“Oh, my god, did you almost throw up?” I hiss.

“Please don’t say that word.”

“What?Meatballs?” I spit.

She’s turned green. “Please stop.”

“Why did the doctor say you were fainting?”I ask.

She doesn’t respond.

I jerk my pants up. “You just suddenly decided to stop drinking alcohol? Do you think I’m stupid?”

“Of course not. Kip...”

I cut her off. “You taste different. You feel different.”

Her eyes widen.

“When were you going to tell me?” I snap.

She doesn’t answer.

“When were you fucking going to tell me, Brooklyn?”

Her eyes are a watery pool.

“Unfuckingbelievable.” I storm out of the room before she can say another word.

Chapter Forty-Two

Brooklyn

I wipe away tears and rush to pull on my pants. When I make it upstairs, everyone is sitting around the kitchen staring at me without saying a word.

“Everything okay?” Zadie finally says.

“Where did he go?” I scan the room. He’s nowhere to be seen.

“Kip?” Juno says.

“Yeah.”

“Oh, he’s standing outside in the middle of a blizzard without a coat.”

“Shit,” I say, walking over to the window. Sure enough, there he is trying to catch hypothermia in a snowstorm.

“Did you tell him?” Will says. I whip my head around.