Chapter 37

I’ve been walking for what feels like hours, out of the town and into the scenery, before turning back when I realized I could ramble on forever and get nowhere. My feet ache from the heels I stupidly put on, and my stomach is now churning with hunger because I didn’t bring any money to stop and eat.

My hangover is killing me like some internal brain worms are gnawing off my head. I’m worn out, exhausted, and feeling sick, realizing that hiking miles in four-inch heels on zero sustenance and a body still ridding itself of a three-day booze binge is maybe not the best thing to do today. I walk mindlessly back towards the familiar street where my life had once begun, with no real sense of improvement. If anything, I’m wiped out instead of angry.

“Sophie?” The familiar male voice, smooth, deep, and alarmingly like Arry’s, halts me mid-step, and I spin around impulsively to find the owner. There is no mistaking that husky, deep tone or the confident vibes he can give off wit