In the kitchen, she finished the first glass, then poured a second before moving to sit on a dining room chair. She did want to be alone, but not because she was feeling particularly ill. It was more because she was feeling melancholy.

Everything was her fault. If she hadn't left to meet Jai, maybe he wouldn't have gone and he'd be alive. Maybe something else would have saved him. All she could think about was the way they'd ended things and how much he'd still wanted to be her friend and how much he'd cared.

Putting her head down on the table, she closed her eyes.