A pounding on the door reminded her that she wasn’t the only one in the house. “Lauren, are you okay in there?”
Lauren gasped. He hadn’t spoken to her in three weeks, besides for stuff about Danny, since the hotel incident. “I’m fine!” she lied. She stepped out of the bathroom and walked past him, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.
“You have been puking every morning for a week.” Lauren tensed up. He knew! “Are you sure you don’t have the flu?”
Sighing with relief, she pulled out of his grasp. “I’m sure that’s all it is. I was just on my way to Jess’s.”
“Can I drive you?” Nick asked.
“What about Danny?”
“He’s playing with Andy next door. I could call to see if they can keep him for a while.”
“No, that’s okay. I’ll drive myself.”
“You shouldn’t be driving when you’re sick, Lauren,” Nick argued. “I’ll take you.”
“I’ll be fine!” Lauren exclaimed.
As she tried to get past him, he grabbed her shoulders. “What is wrong, Lauren? You haven’t said a word to me since Brian’s party. You’re keeping something from me. Something is going on.”
“I have, too, talked to you!”
“I don’t mean, ‘Has Danny eaten?’ ‘Is Danny at Andy’s house?’ ‘I’m taking Danny to get ice cream.’ I mean conversation on a personal level, not only about our son.” Lauren tried to wrestle away from him, but his grip was too tight. “Let me help you, Lauren. That’s all I’m trying to do. Please, just tell me what’s wrong.”
“Nothing is wrong! Let me go!” she growled, pushing past him. She bolted for the door and got into her car.