Brenna
Whatever affect I was feeling of the alcohol I had consumed was nowhere to be found as I changed my clothes in the bathroom. I only felt like a person who was walking down to the gallows. But I seriously thought that hanging from a rope would be much easier than facing Maddox Carter, who was waiting on the other side of the bathroom door.
As the dress slipped down my body a piece of paper fluttered down on the tiled floor of the bathroom. I looked at it in confusion, I had no idea from where it came. As I bent down to pick it up, a feeling of dread snaked down my spine.
"You have a night to sleep on it. If you think that she is more important to you than anything else, come at this address. 6 p.m. 36 Park Lane."
I didn't remember how this note got on me, in my dress- but I had
