Chapter 31

The sun piercing tiny slices through the drapes is worse than having salt poured into my eyes. Nausea hits as I try to sit up, and my mouth waters crazily. My cell is by the bed, and I realize it’s been switched off. I never switch it off! I don’t even know what time it is; I could have missed a multitude of calls.

I swallow down the bile and reach for the glass beside my bed; lukewarm water will have to do. I know I should remember last night, but I don’t remember much after my third drink. I don’t do hard liquor, so it’s no surprise.

I’m a total lightweight.

I know at one point, Jake came back. I think.

Maybe.

I have strange images of him leaning over me with his tie hanging free; I’m not sure if it was a dream or a memory.

I shower fast to combat the dizziness, then walk into the living room to ram toast and Tylenol down my throat in a bid to recover quickly. The place is silent, and I guess that Jake is still in bed. I remember that Felicity w