Chapter 27

• On top of everything, my head is pounding. I’m hungover, dehydrated, and exhausted, but I need to take care of business. I drag myself into a sitting position and call my mom back. It rings a few times while I chug from the water bottle on my nightstand, and then my mom picks it up. I can tell from the very first syllable that she is not pleased.
• “Taylor Marie Snow, where in the world have you been?” she greets me.
• “Do you mean, like, this morning? Or just in general?” I ask.