Sisterhood's Deadly Reunion

At the party, my asthma flared up.

I fumbled for my emergency inhaler.

But the bottle was empty.

Brandon explained:

"Layla said she had a really scratchy throat, so I just handed her your inhaler. You know, for a quick fix. Chew on some throat lozenges, it'll help."

My breathing was already getting harder and harder.

"She has a dry throat, can't she just drink some water? You guys are trying to kill me!"

He frowned, annoyed.

"Can you just stop being so dramatic? You always make yourself out to be some delicate flower. Layla's right, you're just playing victim."