“You were the one who started screaming on the patio,” I said.

Kendra unlocked her car doors with a sharp beep that echoed across the empty lot.

“We’re leaving,” Kendra said.

“You need to seriously think about how you treat your friends.”

They got into the car.

I stood alone in the empty parking space and watched Kendra back out.

She didn’t look at me again as she drove toward the exit.

I pulled my phone from my purse and stared at the dark screen.