√ Chris √

“Wow, your house is beautiful,” June echoes, her eyes widening as she and Lia help me inside.

I nod absently, hardly seeing her. My mind’s still stuck on the picture that came through thirty minutes ago.

A blur but yet clear photo of me, in that damned club slipping Rohypnol into her drink.

And the message beneath it: Don’t you say a word to anyone, or it gets sent to her.

Bloody hell. How did this happen?

Last night was supposed to go perfect.

"Alright," Lia says, ...