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Eva

I hesitated briefly before answering Toby's call, his slurred voice greeting me. "Where are you, Eva?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, concern etched in my tone. "Why are you sounding like this? Are you drunk?"

"Yeah, I guess so," he replied, letting out a forced chuckle.

"I think you should get a driver and go home, okay?" I advised, hoping he would listen to reason.

But Toby persisted