Wake up. Wake up, honey."Joley groaned and squeezed her eyes closed tighter. "Go away."There were whispers. She heard them from a distance and tried to turn her head to see who was disturbing her. Her body felt heavy and cumbersome and her eyelids barely opened. Tish and Brian huddled together over the bed. Jerry stood at her table with the shreds of two white packets in his hands.Joley?Ilya's voice shredded her heart. That perfect pitch. No one had such a perfect, heartbreaking tone. She closed her eyes and pulled the covers over her head. She couldn't hear him or see him. She needed to stay asleep where he couldn't get to her to destroy her further."Joley, what the hell did you take?" Jerry pushed Brian and Tish aside and crouched by the bed, shaking her. "What did you take?" He dipped a finger into the envelope and tasted it, scowled and handed it to Brian."She doesn't do drugs," Brian said, repeating the same action and tasting the powder."She took something," Jerry snapped. "Joley, what the fuck have you done?
