SOPHIE WESLEY

I woke up with a splitting headache.

My palm pressed against my forehead as I squeezed my eyes shut, groaning tiredly.

Fuck! I should've listened to Knox and not drink that much last night.

My eyes suddenly snapped open and I gasped. I didn't do something stupid last night, did I?

I squeezed my eyes shut again, trying to recall what happened last night, and the only thing I remembered was Knox following me to the restroom, and when we got back, I drank some water, and that was it.

Did I black out or did I just not have memory of what happened?

My stomach suddenly twisted,...