“Where do you go at night, Brenna?”
Brenna lost her tongue. The thick, meaty tissue jumped down her throat, choking her. She couldn’t speak. The words in her mind vanished as she turned to face her best friends Amie and Rebecca. Their deep penetrating gazes peeled apart her skull, digging for information. An interrogation was afoot. Brenna did her best to look confused, furrowing her brow and scrunching up her nose.
“Don’t bother denying it,” Amie continued, pointing a determined finger. “We see you sneak out of the hotel room each night.”