Allyson's POV
Sitting at my laptop back in the apartment, I found it impossible to focus on the spreadsheet glowing on my screen. Behind me, Gina rattled on relentlessly, her persistent chatter slicing through any attempt at concentration. My grip tightened on the pen in my hand, jaw setting as I forced myself to stare at the numbers, determined not to acknowledge her interrogation.
"Allyson, you realize I won't let you get any work done until you confess what happened last night. You didn't sleep here. That can only mean one thing happened."
Turning around, I shot her my most withering stare. "I already explained. I went out somewhere." The words came out more controlled than I felt inside, but Gina saw right through my facade.
