When my eyes opened again, the room was dim, and next to me sat a beautiful Liam Hill-in a chair I didn't recognize. I tried to ignore the incessant pounding in my head, but it was impossible to avoid.
"Where are we?" My voice was unsteady as I captured Liam's attention. "And why are you here?"
"We're at Anston Mental Health." He didn't bother to look up from his magazine. "I'm here because you're my best friend."
"Why are we at Anston Mental Health?" The moment he made eye contact with me, it all came flooding back. The cake, the conversation, Davis, the frenzy. I chewed on my lip, wondering how much Liam knew.
He leaned forward with a sympathetic smile and covered my hand with his. "You need a break."
"I need a break." I hoped he'd hear my confusion and elaborate.
"Yesterday was a
