Alecia had barely opened her eyes when her phone started buzzing again. She'd thrown it across the room last night, not even bothering to check what broke—the phone or the table. It didn’t matter. None of it mattered now. She rolled over and stared at the ceiling, not moving for a full minute, until the buzzing became impossible to ignore.

She got up, stepped over yesterday’s heels, two crumpled water bottles, and the sequined dress she didn't know why she brought out. Her feet were bare ...