Jenna was still laughing, though the smile on her face started fading as people realized I wasn’t laughing with them.
“Oh relax,” she said quickly. “It’s just a joke.”
But my nose throbbed so hard I could barely breathe, and the taste of sugar mixed with blood made my stomach twist.
Mark grabbed a handful of napkins and pressed them against my face while someone rushed to grab car keys. The laughter had completely disappeared by then, replaced with that uncomfortable silence people fall into when they realize something has gone wrong.
Jenna kept repeating the same sentence.
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