The first thing Myra realised when she woke up the next morning was how her head throbbed. It was the first time she had thrown up after a few glasses. She normally had a good tolerance for alcohol. Maybe she hadn't been sleeping well these days because of guilt, so she reassured herself.

It was a mystery how she had even got home. Would the badass Lionel even give in and give her a lift home? That was hardly possible. He didn't know where she lived. Or had it been Lillian? She ...