Saturday, October 14th, 10:25 AM

Honey awoke with a pounding headache, courtesy of the second bottle of wine she and Lauren had opened after their heart-to-heart. The morning sun streamed through gaps in the curtains, hitting her face with a brightness that was painful. She groaned, rolling onto her side to escape the light.

Last night's revelation still felt like a fever dream. Grayson Taylor was Sir. She hadn't looked at her Sir phone at all. It was still at the bottom of her handbag. She ...