I was still stuck about the events of that night at the club, my memory still in bits and pieces. I was thinking that talking to Toni would help fill in the holes.
Having Toni over did help, but some of the things she told me were still such a shock to me. I couldn’t outright believe the things she told me. But honestly, I didn’t really have much of a choice; I couldn’t remember anything.
The wine on the coffee table was helping me ease into the topic. Part of me hoped that the alcohol in my blood system would somehow cause me to blurt out some new info that would help unravel that bad night.
“I don’t remember a fucking thing!” A surge of panicking emotions flooded every inch of my heated body.
On top of that, I wanted to be more under the influence of the wine she brought over—we weren’t even finished with the first bottle of red wine.
“So, how was it?”