Chapter 4

Ryan's eyes widened in shock. "Yvonne, you—"

My mom leaned over to take a look, her tone casual. "Oh, you're on your period, right? Why didn't you tell me earlier? Come on, let's go clean you up."

Winnie giggled. "Yvonne, you should have told us. We wouldn't have tried to make you drink. Hurry up before you get the chair dirty."

My mom grabbed my arm and started dragging me toward the restroom.

I staggered upright, my legs too weak to hold me. The warmth kept flowing, running down my thighs.

"Wait." Ryan caught up to me. "Yvonne, didn't you…