The headache was the first thing I felt when I woke up.
"Professor Anderson?" A nurse entered, taking my vitals. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I got hit by a truck." My mouth was still dry, and my mind muddled. "What happened?"
"You were admitted last evening. Suspected drug ingestion. "Your blood had a trace of Rohypnol with some sedative."
"Rohypnol. Roofied."
Memories returned in bits and pieces- dinner with Isabella, wine, everything getting blurry. Brooklyn's face, her voice. Police lights.
"Where's Brooklyn?" I tried to sit up. "Is she okay?"
"Miss Miller was held for questioning last night and released this morning. She's the one who got you here." The nurse adjusted my IV. "Very likely saved you from something much worse."
Detained. Because of me. As she'd tried to help me and it appeared as if she was the aggressor.
"I need to call her."
"Detective Carter is here he'd like to talk to you. He wants you to speak to him personally first."
