It was still early when she woke up in a bed that wasn’t hers, surrounded by sounds of someone snoring. Her memory of the previous night was blurry, but she knew it involved too much to drink.

She saw that she was wearing someone else's shirt, then she heard some steps. She sat up, and she saw a small figure standing in the doorway of the bedroom, looking up at her.

“Who are you? Are you my daddy’s new girlfriend?” the boy asked innocently, pointing at her. Unable to find the words to respond.