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Trihn didn’t make it inside.
Her head swam, and she figured the pool deck was far enough. It was empty and secluded. She could still hear the party raging next door, but six-foot-high shrubs and an Olympic-size pool separated their houses, so it was muffled at least. The air didn’t feel as constricted here.
No Preston. No Lydia. No Ian. No questioning everything.
Trihn lay down on one of the cushioned benches next to the hot tub, propped her feet up on the white wooden armrest, and stared up at the stars above her.
Solace. Sweet solace. Just me and the universe.
This was the good thing about alcohol. She didn’t have to think or feel or really do anything. She could just lie here all night.
Then, hands covered her eyes, blocking her view of the stars, and she screamed.
One of the
