I woke up with the kind of headache that felt like karma punching me square in the skull.

Ugh. Never drinking again. Ever.

The room was spinning just a little, my mouth was dry, and my stomach churned in protest. I pulled the covers over my face and groaned, as if hiding could undo the mess of the night before.

What even happened last night?

How did I even get home?

I tried to think, but the memories came in tangled knots, impossible to unravel.

Music. Laughter. Sophia. Jay. Dancing.

And ...