Chapter 65. Searching for Lorraine

Dexter

"Oh God!" I groaned, forcing my eyes open as the brightness of the room jolted me from my sleep.

I shouldn't have jerked or made any sharp movement because the effect went straight to my head, causing a banging headache.

What in God's name happened last night?

Why did I feel like something had gone wrong but I couldn't do anything?

I stood up slowly, afraid of losing control, then I held onto the edge of the sofa to steady myself. A realisation hit me. I slept on the sofa...!

Lorraine?

My heart skipped a beat. Where was Lorraine?

"Baby," I called, taking the stairs in twos, eager to get to the bedroom.

She didn't respond, rather my voice echoed back. I held my breath, barging into the room with my worst fear rising to my throat. What if she had fainted again and I didn't know?

What if she got sick again?

Several 'what ifs' crossed my mind, but it didn't assuage the panic I felt when I met the bed e