Cordelia groans softly, her head thumping like an unrelenting drum, as the early light streams through her curtains.

The previous night's events continue to replay in her head, each one more damning than the last.

Anxiety and regret had kept her restless, and she had hardly slept at all.

Marie Craig, of all people, had caught them in the act. Got them!

She feels nauseous again at the thought of Marie's cold voice.

Cordelia doesn't know what Alan would say or do next, or what Marie would do.

Doubt gnaws at her, causing her stomach to turn.

She knows that although she likes Alan a lot, he does not feel...