Seeing as he only ever spoke in monosyllables—even after three beers and endless coaxing from me—it had been pretty exhausting. It was only nine p.m. when we finished dinner, so Debbie and my mum exchanged an obvious glance and suggested that “the young ones” go out to a n...
“It looks like . . . dried blood.” I pulled the duvet over my head. “What’s happening?” I groaned. A bright light seared through my eyes as my duvet flew off me. “And she’s naked,” a male voice said. I...