The tears I’d been fighting all day rolled down my cheeks like twin rivers. I jumped up and ran for the restroom. The roar of conversation from those sitting around Sam followed me, but I ignored their words. I had just made it to the restroom door when a strong hand caught my arm and spun me around.

“Which one is he? What did he say to hurt you?” Mark yelled through a mask of rage.

My thoughts swirled, but if I opened my mouth I was gonna puke on his shoes. Panic forced me back to the women’s restroom door, but Mark refused to let go of my arm....