It's been five years since the sudden disappearance of Cora Cadigan's mother. Five years since the case was closed before it even began.
In the final summer before the end of high school, Cora knows it's her last opportunity to find the answers she...
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"Oh god."
I wake up with a hangover from hell.
Once Rhys decided to crush my dreams last night, I had decided to forget that the entire night even happened. I blacked out in the sand; Ryan had to carry me home.
When I reach for my phone, I find a mass amount of somewhat angry texts for Teagan, chastising me for being so stupid. She thinks I could have drowned and that I should never get that drunk on a beach again.
I sigh, sitting up in bed. I feel stiff all over. I groan, collapsing onto my floor. This is the part I forget about. Drinking is all fun and games until you wake up feeling like you've been hit by a brick wall.
I should know better. I've seen what alcohol can do to someone.
My phone begins to ring and I cringe at how loud it is. My head is killing me.
"What?" I groan, forgetting to even check the caller ID.
"Good morning to you, too," Ryan mumbles.
"Well, it isn't a good morning," I snap. I clench my eyes, sighing. "Sorry, just...headache from hell over here."
"Understandably," he snorts.
I go to give him a smartass remark but remember that I'm still supposed to be mad at him for being right about Rhys.
"What do you want, jerk?"
"Just making sure you're all good. That you didn't swallow your own vomit and die in your sleep."
"Thanks for that visual," I deadpan. "It's really helping with the whole I feel like utter shit vibe I'm going for."
"Anytime," he remarks. I picture his lips pulling up at the side, his one dimple showing.
"I'm going to throw up now so have a nice day, Ry," I hang up on him, groaning against my carpet.
I don't think I even have the energy to go and get some aspirin. My legs don't seem like they can handle it.
A knock sounds at the door and I freeze. I scramble up from the floor, ducking back under my duvet. I shut my eyes, trying to calm my beating heart.
