C40 Chapter 40

“We’re lost, aren’t we?” I took a huge gulp from the wine bottle we swiped on our way out.

Nelly chugged from her own and together, we were two lost drunks inside of Martha and Dan’s backyard maze. A literal, ginormous Elizabethan maze constructed of tall hedges, smacked in the middle of the estate’s sprawling land. Sheesh, rich people and their landscaping