25. Caz
Chapter 25
Caz
I woke up, and my eyes felt strained as if they hadn't fully rested. Tiredness persisted, even though I thought I had been sleeping. I rolled over, and the bitchy sun was shining low but bright. What time was it? It didn’t appear to be the morning glare.
I tried to recall the last thing I remembered, and a wave of disgust rolled through my body when Davia popped into my head. That was right. She was trying to convince me that she had changed and was a better person. Why did it matter? I didn’t care if she was Mother Teresa. What she did in the past would still make me see the devil in her.
I reached for my phone on my nightstand, but it wasn’t there. My brain felt like it was swimming through mud, and my body was heavy. This wasn’t like any hangover I’d ever had. I stretched my arms above my head, preparing to get up, but couldn’t find the strength. So I burrowed under the covers and let the darkness take me once again.