Chapter 184

Sophia spent the night in a total daze, hammered out of her mind. The jumbled mix of reality and memory made her feel particularly crummy, in both her head

and her gut.

She's got a weak stomach and it doesn't take kindly to booze, so she spent half the night tossing her cookies.

She was practically running on empty, but thank goodness, between the hurling sessions, the alcohol did its magic and wiped bits of her memory clean.

She crashed hard and slept like a rock.

The next day, Sophia woke up with a wicked hangover that throbbed in her head.

She was sprawled out on the sofa all cattywampus, without even a blanket on, and the living room was a hot mess, with bottles lying around all skew-whiff on the coffee table.

She reeked of alcohol like nobody's business.

Going all out like that, her head was pounding like it was gonna split open, she was dizzy, groggy, and her body felt as heavy as if it was filled with lead. She might have caught a chill too.

of her, she must have bawled her eyes out last night;. Her throat

get up, but had to plop back down because the room started spinning big

revision, set in stone, and all that was left was waiting for

any other projects on her

up Don to

to Wye City over the weekend to fetch Theresa back, so she decided to take Thursday and Friday off too,

take an

under the weather. Been pushing it with the project lately

voice was hoarse, "You gonna be alright by

a cold. I'll pop some pills and be fine,"

wishes, "But if you

have someone come keep you

Dempsey,"

hanging up with Don, the

just ordered some breakfast and medicine through a delivery app on her phone, snagged a ticket for a flight to Wye

first

a mild hangover too, a bit of a

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