"Did I get drunk?" Chiyo squints her eyes. This looks like a hotel room. Who did she spend the night with? She's still wearing clothes. What happened last night? She didn't leave the hotel with that weirdo, did she? When she tries to recall, she only remembers chatting with her dim-witted date. She massages her forehead. "ARGH!"
Her head is throbbing with pain. How many times did she tell herself that she must not drink too much?
"Did Iori bring me here?" Her purse and phone are near her pillow. She checks the time. It's one in the afternoon. There are no missed calls from her family. That's strange. Did she get abandoned by her family? Strange! She expected them to give up after her 40th birthday.
"I should head home." When she climbs off the bed, her gaze falls on the bandaids on her feet. "Who put them on me? Iori isn't that sensible."
