Adrian didn’t hesitate. He ran after her. She barely made it to the bathroom in time before she doubled over, retching into the toilet. Tears welled in her eyes as she fought to catch her breath between waves of nausea.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” Adrian kept asking, standing right behind her.

Minutes passed before the nausea subsided enough for Lopez to sit back on her heels, wiping tears from her cheeks. She felt raw, exposed, and utterly betrayed by whatever was wrong with her.

“Are you sick?” Adrian asked again. Once again, he was ignored.

Slowly, Lopez pushed herself to her feet and rinsed her mouth with water...