Kimberly sat up immediately she woke up the next morning and found herself lying on her bed. How had she gotten home last night? She could only remember drinking and dancing. How come she hadn't gone home with any guy? Not that she had planned to do that, but that was what usually happened whenever she went to the club and had too much to drink. An image of Eric flashed in her mind, reminding her of his presence at the club, and with that, every memory of the previous evening came rushing back to her. And she felt a fresh ache in her heart. Eric had tried to use her weakness against her.
Just then the door opened, and she quickly lay on the bed again and drew the duvet over herself so she could pretend to be asleep, but Prisca walked in and caught her in the act, "I'm glad you're up," She said with a sigh as she walked over to her bedside and sat down. Prisca was dressed for work already.
