Scott’s face stiffened, and he didn’t say another word, handing her the phone.
Julissa sat up, swallowed nervously, cleared her throat, and tried to sound as if she wasn’t still groggy. “Mom…” But the tremble in her voice betrayed her nervousness.
Her mother then began the soul-searching interrogation: Who is he? Where are you? What did you do last night?
Julissa answered truthfully: He’s a friend. I’m at a hotel. Nothing happened last night!
As she said this, she pulled back the blanket to double-check, only to find herself in the nude, her body sore. She realized that maybe “nothing” wasn’t entirely true.
Rubbing her temples, she glanced over at Scott, who was sitting by the window, smoking. He glanced back at her with an enigmatic smile, and Julissa’s mind went blank.
What exactly
