When Emma woke up, her head was still pounding. She let out a groan, instinctively reaching up to massage her aching temples, only to realize she wasn't in her own bed. She froze, eyes darting around the unfamiliar room.
'What the hell happened?'
Panic shot through her as she sat up abruptly, scanning the room. The first thing she noticed was a framed photo on the bedside table—a picture of Ethan and Phillip.
'Is this... Ethan's room?'
Emma felt a rush of confusion as she struggled to recall what had happened.
Flashes of the night before flickered through her mind. Wilson had tried to assault her, and then Ethan showed up... after that, everything went black.
'Oh, God, I almost forgot!' Her heart skipped a beat as she grabbed her phone, fingers fumbling to find David's contact. But t
