Chapter Seven
The bath had done me good, in some respects. In others it really hadn’t. Sobering up was great until I started going back over the various revelations that seemed to have come from my sambuca fuelled state. In hindsight, maybe not my best idea.
The door clicked as Rachel slipped back in, towels and what looked like spare clothes in her arms.
“Here, the guys gave us these.” She set down half of them on the toilet lid, not looking at me properly.
She hadn’t looked at me properly since denying to get in the bath with me. I tried not to focus on the loss that was making me feel.
“I’ll see you outside,” she muttered.
“Are they…”
“No.” Her back was still to me and I just knew she wasn’t going to turn. My heart felt like it was breaking in two. “They’ve gone to their rooms. B
