Chapter 6

Alexander

My head felt like someone had used it as a piñata at a particularly aggressive children’s party. I groaned, rolling over in bed to escape the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Bad move. The room spun like a carnival ride.

“Good morning, Mr. Knight.” Dr. Peterson’s voice cut through my fog. “How’s the head?”

I cracked one eye open. “What are you doing in my bedroom?”

“Miss Harper called me last night. Found you in quite a state.”

Fragments of last night floated through my mind like confetti in a windstorm. The business event. That insufferable board member droning on about golf. The sweating, the walls closing in...

“What exactly happened?” I pressed my palms against my temples.

“Your guess is as good as mine.” Dr. Peterson pulled out his penlight. “Follow the light, please.”

I batted his hand away. “Skip the doctor routine. Just give me something for this headache.”

“Already ahead of you.”