Sandy frowned, feeling completely thrown off by everything that had happened.

She had this gut feeling that somehow, all of it was connected to her-but she just couldn't bring herself to admit it.

Whitney looked at her with that cool, distant stare. The only reason she was forcing Sandy into this mess was for someone else's sake, not her own.

With a heavy sigh, Whitney didn't even bother answering Sandy's question. Instead, she grabbed her arm and all but shoved her toward the bedroom door.

Through the crack of the kicked-open door, Sandy caught a whiff of something strange—a weird, smoky scent mixed with the humid air of someone's heavy, labored breathing.

Just one look was enough for Whitney to know: Shane was definitely in trouble. This was about what she'd feared.

He hadn't said a word earlier, and now she realized-it was because he couldn't.

But the worst part? Emma had set this all up, probably tipped off half the tabloid reporters in town to swarm the place at four in the morning, ready to catch a scandal live.

Listening to Shane's painful, ragged breaths, Whitney's worry spiked.

If Sienna had drugged him, she'd probably used even more than she had on Sandy.

Shane needed help. Fast. And tomorrow's headlines had

flickered, then landed helplessly on Sandy, who was still clueless about

time to rip the Band-Aid off. For the sake

to push Sandy into the spotlight tonight, whether she liked

I don't know if he's okay. Could be alcohol poisoning—you need to go check on him,

poisoning? It can't be that bad,

seen Shane downing one whiskey bottle

been so quiet... what

into the room, half-pushed by Whitney. She tried to call

Where are you

Whitney

with me? What if he's really dying in there? We'd need to call

called back, though she was clearly nervous too. She had

Sandy see her worry. Standing in the hallway, Whitney said quickly, "Let's split up! Shane's daughter hasn't been seen all night-God knows if Sienna's done something to her. I'll go check! You stay with Shane and make sure he's

was already

lines and cold colors-black and white, barely any light. She followed

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