I roll over on my back and stare up at the fabric that’s draped on my canopy. As I lie there, I think about Hannah and wonder why life’s so unfair to some people. It sounded like she didn’t stand a chance for a decent life from the get go. I think about her children and hope they’re faring better than she did but I doubt they are because it seems as if the system caters to those who abuse it but fails those who need it the most. I also think about Peyton and wonder what’ll happen to her. She’ll probably bat her eyes at the judge who’ll want to date her and she’ll get off with a slap to the wrist. Whatever. Then I think about Brody who’s this very moment in my kitchen making me breakfast and who almost fucked another woman on Jen’s dance floor. I grab my phone and Google “Liquid X” and read that it heightens the sex drive. I know Brody’s sex drive is out the roof normally, so I decide to cut him a break about his actions, but I will tell him what Hannah said and make damned good and sure he doesn’t remember any of it because if he does, I might go back to wanting to murder him.
