I nodded without much thought, still in a daze, and let him guide me.
The hangover hit harder than I expected. I woke up in an unfamiliar bed, my head pounding like it was being drilled into. I groggily sat up, grabbed the water cup on the nightstand, and drank it all in one go.
Only then did I realize—I wasn’t at my place. I was at Chase’s.
The minimalist decor—black, white, and gray—was spotless and gave off a cool, almost sterile vibe. It felt distant.
I looked around, trying to piece together last night’s events, but all I could remember were flashes of my tears, Chase’s comforting arms, and the weight of everything crashing down on me.
Before I could gather my thoughts, my phone rang, breaking the silence.
The name "Jason" flashed on the screen.
I hesitated for a moment before finally answering.
"Emma! Where did you go last night? Why didn’t you come home?" Jason’s voice came through, full of anger and confusion.
"Do I really need to report to you where I went? Jason, we’ve broken up." I tried to keep my voice steady, but the phone felt like it was burning in my hand.
My fingers were trembling, betraying me.