Jonathan woke up with a pounding headache as the familiar ache of a hangover settled in. His mouth was dry, and his body felt heavy as he groaned, pushing himself up from the bed. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, too bright for his liking, and he squinted against it, shielding his eyes with his hand.
"Ugh... what time is it?" he muttered, glancing at his phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up with missed calls and messages—none of which he was in the mood to check right now. His head was still spinning, remnants of last night's drinking clinging to his thoughts like cobwebs.
He stumbled out of bed, feeling the weight of the previous night bearing down on him. Flashes of Eunice's furious face came to him—her words, her slap, the sound of her heels clacking as she stormed out of
