9:02 PM, Friday, December 21st, 2012
“Gabriella, wait up!” Sean sounded winded and tired, and Gabriella wondered if he’d run the entire way from the building.
“Good night, Sean,” she said, without slowing in the least. Her legs were screaming with the effort, but it felt right – a way to let the anger and hurt burn away the calories from an empty meal. Maybe by the time she reached her car, on the top floor of the parking garage, it would all be gone – anger, frustration, wide hips and thick thighs – and she’d be svelte and thin and willowy. The thoughts rolled back upon themselves, and fed the fire of Gabriella’s rage. Yeah, like that little b---- Lucia. She ground her teeth so hard that the sound echoed back to her through the empty garage.