Chapter 120 Backfired

• Emil pursed his lips, not speaking a word. He simply put his jacket over my shoulders—my own clothes were already beyond salvageable.
• At this point, I couldn't muster the energy to explain anything to Wendy. After trying several times, my throat finally allowed me to speak. I tugged on Wendy's sleeve and croaked, "I can't get a blood test, Mom."
• If I really were to get one, that would confirm the fact that I had taken the drugs.