I wake up the next morning to the sound of my phone buzzing.
"Oh God…" i groaned, fumbling for my phone on the nightstand, I look at my screen.
A string of missed calls from my best friend, Tara, flashes across the screen. I can feel my stomach twist with guilt. I haven't told Tara anything yet…haven't literally told anyone, really. And now, with everything happening so fast, I don't even know where to start.
With a sigh, I swipe my phone up to answer.
"Where the hell have you been?" Tara's voice came through the phone, loud and frantic. "I've been trying to reach you all night!"
I winced, pulling the phone away from my ear. "I'm sorry, Tara. It's… been a crazy 24 hours."
"No kidding," Tara said in a sharp tone. "I saw you on the news, Izzy! What the hell is going on? Why were you at that fancy restaurant slapping Michael Hartley in front of the entire city?"
