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.

her, she must have bawled her eyes out last night;. Her throat was all scratchy, and her eyes

but had to plop back down because

in stone, and all that was left was waiting for the project to

any other projects on her plate for

Don to call

weekend to fetch Theresa back, so she decided to

heard Sophia wanted to take an

feeling a bit under the weather. Been pushing it with the project lately and need a few

okay, though?" Don could tell her voice was hoarse, "You gonna be alright by yourself? Want me to send Cindy

a bit of a cold. I'll pop some pills and be fine," Sophia brushed off

respected her wishes, "But if you feel off, just let

come keep

Dempsey," she

with Don,

on her phone, snagged a ticket for

first thing

of drowning his sorrows left him with a mild hangover too, a bit of

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