—Lena—
My eyes spring open, the sun still shining directly into my face. Turning to my side, I lift my phone to check the time. Nine o’clock.
My screen is full of notifications—four text messages and a slew of emails. The first two are from Eric.
Eric: Lunch at Mahjong House at noon. We need to talk.
Crap, what have I done? I suddenly feel an urge to vomit, thinking I can’t remember things for a very good reason. Racing toward the bathroom, I topple over the toilet, dry retching as nothing comes out.
Peeling myself off the cold tiles, I drag myself back to bed and check my phone again.
Eric: Kate will be there, she said she's coming with someone named Lachlan, but she is meeting us at 12:30. Don’t be late!
I laugh, regretting it almost immediately as my head spins v
