Martha dragged herself upstairs and started filling her bathtub. It was late and she was tired, but she wanted to wash the feel of Drake’s touch off her body. She sat on the edge of the bathtub and stuck out her hand in front of her face. It was trembling. That’s to be expected, she thought. She felt violated by Drake’s unwanted kiss and caresses. She felt nervous about having to go out with him again the next day. And, if she was being honest, she felt a bit drunk from all the wine. It was probably that last feeling that led Martha to do what she did next.
Pulling out her phone with shaking hands, Martha typed out a text message and pressed send.
“Are you up?”
Landry responded immediately with a phone call. Martha answered.
