Chapter 50

• I stepped into Annie’s kitchen, my head still throbbing from the haze of last night.
• She was already at the counter, flipping pancakes with a wide grin that only deepened when she caught sight of me. Her eyes narrowed with mischief, already sensing I had a story to tell.
• “So…” she began, tilting her head in a way that made it clear she wasn’t letting me out of this. “Ready to spill, or are you going to keep me guessing?”