Inside the bathroom, Anna gripped the counter, breathing hard.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and her skin was flushed. The cool tiles did nothing to calm the heat burning inside her. Her legs felt weak. Every breath dragged through her lips like she’d just run a marathon.

What is happening to me?

She squeezed her eyes shut. The drink. That wine Michelle handed her. It was the only thing she’d consumed all evening. She hadn’t even touched the cake yet.

Her mind reeled as realization ...