Eva

I hesitated briefly before answering Toby's call, his slurred voice greeting me. "Where are you, Eva?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, concern etched in my tone. "Why are you sounding like this? Are you drunk?"

"Yeah, I guess so," he replied, letting out a forced chuckle.

"I think you should get a driver and go home, okay?" I advised, hoping he would listen to reason.

But Toby persisted. "Please, can you come over to where I am?"

"What? Please, just..." I trailed off, sensing something off about his request.

"One last request," Toby pleaded, his voice tinged with melancholy.

A shiver ran down my spine. "What do you...