Chapter 72 Not Yours

I woke up with a pounding headache. My mouth was dry, my body heavy. The room was too bright, the sunlight cutting through the curtains like a knife. I groaned, rubbing my temples as I forced myself to sit up. My whole body ached, the hangover hitting me hard. Last night came back in pieces. The call to Dr. Evans. The whiskey. The cold air outside. The frustration, the anger.