I must’ve gone back to sleep at some point in the car ride through the city because I wake up completely disorientated in a familiar bed, Sarah’s loud snoring and body next to me. I sit up warily as spinning nausea and headache of the world’s worst hangover hit me, and I push down the urge to throw up.

The room is dark and quiet, but that doesn’t mean much. Jake has blackout shades on all his windows, blocking the sun whenever he wants to sleep. I scramble around under the ...