Eleanor tossed back her shot, the tequila burning her throat. Mia laughed and clinked her glass against Eleanor's.
"Cheers," Mia said, her voice blurring.
Eleanor nodded, taking another sip. She had called Mia immediately after her meeting with the investigator, telling her everything. Mia had suggested they go to the club where there is loud music and alcohol that could drive away her sorrows.
Eleanor's thoughts turned darker. She grabbed Mia's arm, pulling her close.
"Mia, why do I feel like I'm tied up to a journey of no return?" Eleanor asked, her voice barely audible over the music.
Mia's expression softened. "Ellie, you're only looking for answers. Everything will be fine."
Eleanor's eyes locked onto Mia's. "But where do I even start?"
"You start with what you know." Mia shrugged.