Chapitre 328: 328- You Were Drunk

Valerie lay on the bed, her hair sprawled on the pillow. Her bedroom looked like a tornado had passed through it.

On the bedside table, her phone sat face down, surrounded by tissues, some balled up, others crumpled and tossed on the floor.

The curtains were held open, letting in just enough light to highlight the chaos. The clothes on the floor, the clutter on her dresser, the trail of shoes kicked off without a second thought.

 Laying still, her arm was hanging off the bed, her fingers were brushing the floor, barely moving as if the energy was drained off them.

"Valerie! Val!" she didn't move when she heard Mom calling her. The door opened with a thud, and she made her way inside, "Look at … Oh, my God! What is this?"

The poor woman was taken aback by the scene. Her gaze ran on the blanket that was bunched up at the end, twisted and tangled, with one corner trailing onto the floor.