Under His Control
“Come with me to a club tonight.”
On the other end, Jenny went quiet for a few seconds.
“Emma? Are you serious? You didn’t take the wrong medicine, did you?”
“I’m serious,” Emma continued softly. “My treat.”
The tone of Emma’s voice made Jenny stop joking. She knew her best friend as a good girl. If Emma was asking to go to a club, something was seriously wrong.
“Okay,” Jenny finally said. “I’ll pick you up.”
***
At ten p.m., neon lights glowed brightly in front of the club. The DJ’s booming music shook the floor the moment Emma and Jenny stepped inside. Jenny glanced at Emma several times, still unable to believe it.