It was warm across her bed, and she pushed back her covers to find she was wearing her T-shirt and panties instead of pajamas. That was odd.Rolling onto her side, she looked at her dad’s picture and took a deep breath. Her head was pounding like a sledgehammer on an anvil and she couldn’t string together more than two thoughts at a time. She groaned and wrapped an arm around her middle. She was going to puke.Stumbling out of bed, she raced to the bathroom and retched into the toilet. Random scenes from the party flashed through her mind. The Reno cocktail. The tart flavor. Laughing with Kent in the middle of a strange crowd. She’d been happy for some reason, but everything was a blur. How had she gotten home? Tam? No. They’d argued. Kent must have brought her home. Dropping to her knees, she bent over the toilet again, her stomach roiling. More came up. Her head felt like it was going to split. Tears rolled down her face. She remembered sitting in Kent’s Jeep. She’d asked him point-blank if he’d put alcohol in her drink and he told her he had.
