I pushed Betty out of my way and headed downstairs to the restroom. I exhaled deeply and pushed the door behind me. I fell on my hurting feet with my eyes closed. "How could I be this careless ". I said sadly. Searching my memory how that photo was taken and how it reached Thompson's hand.
The background was unfamiliar. fuck! It must be at that club, who knows many rooms they have in the fucking place!. It was the same dress I wore. I remembered leaving it at Michael's that night. God! What happened that night? I asked myself painstrucked but pleased at the thought that I woke up in Michael's room after. He must have prevented it or he was too late. I sighed. And we've been avoiding this conversation for long.
