I wrapped a towel around my body and noticed my fingers were similar to crumbled raisins.

I opened the door and saw Meredith standing there with disheveled hair and a glare that could kill.

”You nearly gave me a heart attack, I thought you had passed out and slammed your head or something,” she said and fixed her dress while simultaneously grasping at her chest with her hand.

”Sorry, I’m fine, must’ve fallen asleep,” I said as convincingly as I could. Meredith ...