My head throbs when I wake up and I groan in discomfort. I turn over in bed, only to be met with the remnants of the salted peanuts I ate last night. I remember thinking they were the best thing as I stuffed them into my mouth. This morning, not so much; all I want is water. The room spins as I stand up and my legs feel unreliable. I silently vow to never drink that much again. As I drink my third glass of cold, sobering water, my phone beeps. I search the bed and my bag but it’s not there. I find it under the bed and wonder how on earth it managed to get there. A message from an unknown number immediately wakes me up, my heart thumping against my chest.
“Good morning, beautiful Nina. I hope you aren’t feeling too sickly today as I have big plans for us. Be ready by 12pm, I’ll be at your
