"Ma'am, we are here." The taxi driver called out, bringing me out of my mild slumber.

The effect of last night's shots was telling on me. My head felt like a hundred soldiers were matching in it. I regretted following Debbie to the party. I was hoping the little distraction would help me take my mind off Antonio and his increasing appearance in my life. Instead, it had brought me closer, so close that I was sleeping in his home.

I paid my fare, stepping out of the taxI with my hand above my head, shielding away the rays of sunlight that threatened to blind my eyes. For the first...