Cassandra Kane
Her head thumped painfully, making her groan as she rolled over slowly, her vision blurry in the dim light of the room. It felt as though every muscle in her body had been run over by a truck. As she opened her eyes just enough to see the bedside table, she noticed a glass of water and two aspirin waiting for her. She didn’t remember putting them there, but the sight was a welcome one.
With a sigh of relief, she grabbed the glass and swallowed the pills in one go. Immediately, she downed the entire glass of water, her dry throat grateful for the hydration. Setting the glass back down, she reached for her phone and groaned even louder when she saw the time—nearly lunchtime. Her body screamed for more sleep, but the remnants of last night’s chaos were still too fresh in her
