Elsa
With shaking hands, I dialed Kane’s number. It rang for what felt like an eternity before he finally picked up.
“Elsa,” he said, his voice sharp and filled with an edge of accusation. “What did you do? Adam’s been acting crazy all morning.”
The dam broke then, and I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. I couldn’t form a coherent sentence, just desperate sobs and broken words. “Please… Kane… please tell him I was drugged,” I pleaded through my tears.
There was silence on the other end of the line, and I could almost see Kane’s face shifting from anger to concern. “What happened, Elsa?” he asked, his tone softer, but there was still that hint of seriousness. Like he was bracing himself for something terrible.
“Please, Kane… just hand the phone to him,” I begged, my voice barely ab
