Chapter 23 Tequila Poolside

• I desperately want to believe that last night was merely a dream. I want to believe that when I open my eyes, I’ll find myself back in my own bed, and this whole thing will be nothing more than an elaborate, unsettling fantasy.
• But if I truly believe any of that, I’m completely and utterly delusional.
• My eyes snap open, immediately drawn to the surprisingly empty sofa. I bolt upright, scanning the room only to find myself alone. A quick glance at the bathroom door shows it closed, the light off.