Your eyes sting as you blink into the morning light. The hotel room is unfamiliar — all velvet curtains, marble floors, and the lingering scent of expensive cologne. Your head throbs. The last thing you remember is laughing too hard at some bachelorette party. Vegas. Right. But… the ring on your finger? The silence in the suite? And that note on the bedside table with your name on it?

Something happened. And you’re alone with the aftermath.