I race home, not wanting to stop for even an instant on the off-chance Vice is following behind me. I park and run to the apartment, locking the door behind me. Liza jumps up and runs into the foyer, panic evident on her face. “Emileen, what happened? Are you okay?” I turn to face her, and I honestly don’t know what to say. I just stare at her for a moment, my mouth agape. Liza goes into the kitchen and returns with a glass of ice water and pulls me into the living room where we sit down on the couch. “Here,” she hands me the glass, “Drink this. You will feel better if you cool down.” I sip it, feeling the blood return to my face and brain. After a minute of drinking, Liza presses me. “Now what happened?”
I have no idea where to start. “I slept with Vice.”
