I burst in through the door, looking for Ray. She was the one who opened it, though, surprised at finding me there. Through the muddled haze of alcohol, it slowly registered to me what she was wearing –¬†practically nothing. My blood boiled, I was seething from head to toe. “Where’s he?” I spat. “He’s not home yet. What’s wrong, Jackson?” she asked, confused and worried, at the same time.

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