Pamela's POV
The paper felt heavy in my hands, even after I had folded it and put it safely inside my jacket.
Positive.
The results came with its own fear, one I had known would come. I didn't remember much about that night, I had been so drunk I hadn't thought much about the consequences.
Now here the consequences were, in my hands and worst of it all, I couldn't remember him or his face or where I could get him.
I was a stuck in this all by myself.
My thoughts were mixed with confusion and anger.
The word echoed quietly in my thoughts like a shadow I couldn't get rid of.
By the time I got back, my brothers questioned me about where I had been as soon as I got into the sitting room, their voices full of doubt. Amarok looked at me for too long, like he was trying to figure something out.
I faked a smile, rushing past them with a quick story about "late meetings" and "company stuff." They didn't ask more questions, but their eyes showed me they didn't completely trust me.
