Chapter 12

• Renee’s face crumpled again. She wanted to believe the panic, the worry, the foggy memory. She needed them to be innocent.
• She looked to Clara and Brenda. “What about you two? Did either of you see me go?”
• Clara shook her head quickly. “No, honey. I’m usually good with my alcohol, but those shots… they hit me like a train, they really did. I went to the washroom and when I came back, the dance floor looked different. We thought you were with Leah, or maybe just having a moment outside.”