“If it gets her the treatment she needs, and makes her less of a danger, then that's a good thing.” I'm getting tired of us going around in circles, and my anxiety is building. “Can we please just get to the club so I can get myself a drink and wait for her?”

“Of course.” Samuel takes my hand and leads me back to the car.

When we reach the club, I sign both men in and then leave them, in order to head into the main room on my own. There are three areas to the club. A dining room, a bar, and finally a small nightclub area. I'm meeting Lexy in the bar. I'm surprised that she is a member here. It's not cheap, and it's not easy to get on the list. I hate the place and rarely come. Mummy got me the membership a few years ago as a birthday present.

I stroll into the bar as if I don’t have a care in the world and place my order. I decide on a double vodka and tonic. I really am going to tackle this drinking issue, but tonight I need the burn. I don’t think I’m an alcoholic. I don’t top my morning OJ up with vodka, but I do drink too much, and I am a mess in other ways. My relationships are often chaotic. I party too hard. I fuck things up, with men in particular. The rehab center I’ve been looking at on my phone isn’t one of those places where you have to be a drug addict or alcoholic to attend. They have room for people who are simply overwhelmed with life too. It means I can spend some time trying to get my head on right before I then try to start a relationship with Sam.

Taking my drink, I walk over to a table that is in a corner far from the bar, where the music is quieter. I'm hoping it means that what is said can be picked up on my wire. There is also a table behind it and one next to it that are free, either of which the men can take.

I sip at my drink as I wait, my nerves building to an almost unbearable crescendo. It's like razor wire scratching underneath my skin.

I've taken to ripping up the napkin provided with my drink, when a shadow falls over the table. I look up, and my heart lurches. Lexy is smiling down at me, and she's wearing my hair. It literally looks like she has pulled the hair from my head and placed it on her own. It's so disconcerting that for a moment I forget myself and simply stare.