Purple? That can't be. I rub my eyes and look again. Her gown sops up the spilled wine splashed across the hotel’s furry white rug, turning from the shining ivory to a sickening purple.

I sit up slowly and feel my spine find its natural shape again. For a luxury sweet, the furniture is shit to sleep on. I can’t imagine how Em is going to feel when she finally regains consciousness. I rub my hand...