That was the day Jonah turned eighteen.
The family had invited dozens of guests, and with everyone buzzing around keeping busy, nobody had time to care about an adopted girl like me.
That was also the year I first met Lucas.
The very first time he saw me, he handed me a box of liquor-filled chocolates.
"These are amazing, try one."
Since he was one of Jonah's friends, I didn't suspect a thing. Coaxed by his sweet talk, I ended up devouring the entire box.
By the time I finished, my head was spinning, and I felt like I was floating in the air.
Instinctively, I went looking for Jonah.
Using the bathroom as an excuse, I stumbled around until I found him changing in his bedroom.
"Jonah..."
I wrapped my arms around him, only then feeling like my feet were grounded.
"Give me a second,
