“Why are you here?” Caitan asks, pointing at Andrea. “You should be asleep—I mean never mind.”
Andrea nods. She suspected Caitan drugged the water, but now she knows for sure. It makes sense that Andrew’s sister would want revenge after her previous plan with the purse and the condoms backfired. If she caught Andrea naked with another man, Andrea would be forced to leave the city in shame. Andrea steps forward and grabs Caitan’s fingers, crushing them in her palm.
“Why would I be sleeping, Caitan?” she asks. “Do you know something I don’t?”
“You’re hurting me,” Caitan wails.
Andrea bends Caitan’s fingers backward and asks, “Why did you think I’d be here?”
“I—I saw you come into this room,” Caitan says between sobs.
“I thought you forgot your contact lenses and couldn’t see clearly,”
