The night that Matthew Stone died
Selena slides back in bed.
She wraps her hands arms around me, her breath smelling like wine. It doesn't take her long to drift to sleep. I slowly crawl out of bed and grab my phone from my pants.
A million missed calls from Diana.
A million messages from Marjorie.
I pull on my pants and tiptoe out of the room in one of Selena's little coats. The bottle of wine sitting at the table catches my eye as I walk down the stairs. I gulp down the remaining contents and walk out of the house, ready to feed Diana a bunch of lies.
I walk far from the house towards the pool to make the call. I don't want anyone in the house eavesdropping on me.
"Where are you?" That's the first thing Diana asks in a demanding tone.
"Bachelor party." I lie. "I told you that Wes
