Chapter 4: The Clip

"No," I said.

Margo's smile did not move.

"Sleep on it, Nelly. You'll want to be kind to yourself tomorrow."

She walked down the hall with my ring on her hand, and the clerk's heels clicked after her as far as the door.

Dawson stood at the glass with his forehead nearly touching it.

"Go home, Dawson," Constance said. "Do not call that woman. Do not sign anything, not even a receipt."

He nodded without looking at her.

By the time we got back to the car, my phone had started to buzz in my lap.

Margo had posted a video to her public page.

It was a short clip and I knew the room it was filmed in.

It was her birthday dinner in August.

On the screen, I was standing at the head of the table with my fists shut, shouting at her across the candles.

"Get your hands off him!"

The video didn't show Margo's fingers on his collar, or the three minutes before that.

It didn't show Dawson telling me afterward that I was imagining things.

Margo had cut it so I was a woman who screamed at her best friend for no reason.

Her caption read: Please be gentle with my oldest friend today. She is going through something and doesn't mean to hurt anyone.

It already had nine thousand views.

Under it, one of my old college friends had written: She's been like this for years, honestly.

Another: Poor Margo, she held that wedding together and got this.

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