"Is she going to be okay going back like that?" a girl asked worriedly.
She's a girl, after all. Walking home alone at night after drinking so much?
The girl next to her immediately rolled her eyes. "She drinks booze like it's water. What do you think?"
"Stop standing around and give me a hand. Mr. Guthrie is throwing up again."
Joyce Guthrie watched Aurora Sinclair's retreating figure, her lovely brows slowly furrowing.
She hadn't expected Aurora Sinclair's alcohol tolerance to be so high.
A small, white pellet slipped unnoticed from between her fingers, falling to the ground and rolling into the dust.
***
"One embrace, one goodbye..."
Aurora Sinclair pulled out her phone and glanced at the screen. It was Alvin Morgan. She swiped her thumb across the screen and put the phone to her ear.
A man's voice, as pleasant as a cello, came from the phone.
"Is it over?"
"Yeah..."
"Where are you?"
Aurora Sinclair glanced at a nearby sign and gave him a street name.
