Rachel POV
I lay on my bed, phone clutched tightly in my hand as it rang.
My mind wasn't on the girls, it was on Mark.
On Damien.
On the quiet authority in Damien's voice when he'd led Mark away, and the cold certainty that whatever punishment awaited him wouldn't be light.
I swallowed, hoping foolishly that Damien would be lenient.
The call finally connected.
Chloe's face appeared first, bright and animated as ever, with Isabella beside her, phone propped on her desk as she worked.
"Hello!" Chloe chirped. "I'm completely sober now, by the way."
"Oh wow," Isabella deadpanned without looking up. "I truly couldn't tell the difference."
Chloe gasped dramatically, already opening her mouth to protest then stopped when she noticed my expression.
Her smile faded.
"What's wrong?" she
