The Secret Words
The Secret Words R. PearleDowntown, just past midnight. Amidst the lights and glitter of bars and restaurants, Kelsea had a little too much to drink? ?After three drinks? Impossible! She awoke into darkness. At least sleep provided dreams; in consciousness, Kelsea hadn’t the slightest where she was. Her fragmented memory provided minimal clues: walking down the strip with Tara, heading toward the parking lot on the outskirts of downtown. They’d planned to stay ‘til one, but after a few drinks,...