Carla's POV

I watch in horror as Julie springs up from her seat, knocking over her chair, and rushes to the sink. I follow her without thinking, my heart pounding in my chest. She bends over the sink, retching violently, and I can see blood mixed with her vomit. Panic surges through me as I realize something is seriously wrong.

"Julie!" I cry out, my voice trembling. "What's happening? Are you okay?"

But she doesn't respond. Instead, she turns to face me, her eyes wild with fear and anger. The accusation in her voice cuts through me like a knife.

"You poisoned me, Carla! How could you?" she spits out,...