On the sink sat a new set of toiletries, labeled "Sofia's special."
My fingers trembled.
Scenes from last night in the bar bathroom replayed in my mind.
I struggled to remember what had happened after I cursed Eric.
It seemed like he had thrown me over his shoulder.
Then he stuffed me into his car.
After that, everything went blank.
When I found my phone, I saw it had been blown up with calls from my best friend. Hundreds of texts flooded my screen.
The last call had been answered, lasting 15 seconds.
I closed my eyes and called her back.
On the other end, she was busy with wedding prep.
They were discussing where to hide the wedding shoes for tomorrow's ceremony.
When she heard my voice, I could tell she was relieved.
"Sofia, why did you leave with Eric last night?"
"I kept trying to call you, but you wouldn't pick up. I checked the bar's cameras, and saw Eric had taken you."
"What's up with that guy? Isn't he married? Why did he tell me he is your boyfriend?"
"Sofia, are you still there?"
