Shattered Glass, Spilled Wine, Stained Rugs
The night party had become a cacophony of chaos, scraping against my nerves and pounding through the walls and into my skull. I swam through a sea of distorted chatter, punctuated by bursts of fake laughter and the clink of glass against ice. Red wine sloshing in unsteady hands, then the dance music cut through—loud, … Read more