Since that night Abbie stayed over at mine, Daryl has been bombarding me with calls and texts, asking what happened that night. I just ignored it until a few days later. He cornered me in the store room at work. “Jasmine, why are you ignoring me?” He asked. “I’ve been very busy, babe,” I said, laughing. “Why, what’s up?” “Abbie, did anything happen that night with her?” He asked. “Nothing, she was very drunk, so she crash...