Krista's heart was in pieces. How could she have been so stupid? Her friends had told her everything would change as soon as he started college. And they were right. The image of the two of them in bed in his dorm room felt like it had been burned onto her retinas. She ran. For how long, or how far, she didn't know. She also didn't care. Someone handed her a red cup filled with what she thought was juice. It wasn't, but it helped with her rage. A little. The second drink got her thinking. If he could have fun, so could she. Krista started dancing.