Salt in the Wound

~CASSIDY~

I was in the kitchen with a pint of ice cream and too many open tabs.

Darius and Sabrina. Restaurant doorway. Her hand near his face.

I could not stop staring. It hurt in a stupid, physical way, like someone had reached into my chest and squeezed.

My throat stayed tight no matter how many times I swallowed. The ice cream was too cold. I ate it anyway. It was something to do with my mouth