If she’d told Grant about her past, then he wouldn’t have pressured her to go on this stupid trip; she should have just been honest with him. She hated herself; she hated her inability to know what was best. Leaning against the wall, she listened to her own breathing as she calmed herself down. She knew they’d come to check on her if she didn’t come out. She washed her hands, avoiding her own gaze in the mirror, formulating the words she needed to get the fuck out of there. The knock came before she’d dried her hands.

“You okay?”

It was Mac. Rainy opened the door, and before Mac could react, she grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the bathroom.

“I need you to get me out of here. I don’t want to do this.”

At first she thought Mac was going to ask why, but then her face transitioned from worried to confused to determined right in front of Rainy.

“Okay,” she said. “But they’re waiting for you, and you know how Tara is...”

Rainy nodded.

“Splash some water on your face. Make your makeup run more.”

Rainy wasn’t expecting the burst of laughter that came from her own mouth, but Mac being sneaky was a treat.

They left the bathroom together, arm in arm. Rainy dipped her head and tried to look even more miserable than she was.

“It’s your turn!” Ursa spotted them first, her voice filling up the store with its bold, smooth tenor. Mac squeezed her arm, leading her forward.

“She doesn’t feel well,” she told them. “I’m taking her back to the hotel.”

“Oh, no, Mac, you were looking forward to this!” Ursa said. “I’ll go back with Rainy.”

Rainy flinched. She didn’t want to ruin either of their experiences because she was having a ridiculous emotional breakdown. Squaring her shoulders, she loosened herself from Mac’s grip.

“Go. You should. I’m feeling better. I’ll just sit right here and wait.”

Mac’s look said that she didn’t believe her.

“I promise. Go.”

She had to shove Mac toward the table a few times before she went, glancing back at Rainy like she wasn’t sure. To make her feel better, Rainy sat in one of the armchairs facing the table and smiled at her. She ignored the looks Braithe and Tara were exchanging and focused solely on the table where Luc was laying out Mac’s cards.

The reading didn’t take more than ten minutes. When Mac stood up, she was beaming. They all turned to Rainy, and she shook her head.

“Come on!” Ursa urged, grabbing her arm and pulling her to the table. Rainy stopped short, yanking Ursa to a halt.

“I really don’t want to.”

Tara’s head swiveled around to catch Rainy’s eye. “Why not? It’s just for fun.”