The morning light filtered through the thin dorm curtains, feeling like needles against Bella’s eyes. Her head throbbed with a dull, rhythmic ache, a lingering souvenir from whatever chemical cocktail had been sliding through her veins the night before.
She sat up slowly, the memory of the cold marble floor and the even colder bathwater rushing back in a disorienting flood.
"Oh, thank God you're awake." Molly was hovering over her, her eyes bloodshot and her hair a bird's nest of stress. She looked like she hadn't slept a wink. "Bella, I am so, so sorry. I’m an i***t. I should never have left you alone in that house. I was so caught up in Britany and the music, and I just... I didn't think."
Bella leaned her head back against the headboard, closing her eyes. "Molly, it’s okay."
"It is
