Ellie looked up. "Naw," she said. "I just... fought with Laura, and she went home. It's a long, dumb story." And I don't want to talk about it, she realized.
She sat up straighter, uncurling her legs and letting them dangle off the side of the bed. "Didn't you say you wanted to talk about something?" she asked, trying not to wince. She patted the bed beside her, indicating that Isabelle should sit down. She didn't want to have this conversation while Belle was towering over her and making her feel smaller than she already felt.