I woke up to a splitting headache, the kind that made every heartbeat feel like a hammer against my skull. Confusion clouded my thoughts as I slowly blinked my eyes open, trying to get my bearings. Soreness spread through my limbs and a dull ache that made me wince as I shifted on the bed. I wasn’t sure what hurt more—the throbbing in my head or the tension knotted in my muscles.
Groaning softly, I pushed myself up, immediately noticing a small glass of water on the nightstand beside me. Next to it, a few pills and a note.
Have them.
Underneath, it was signed: K.M.
Kyle? I squinted at the writing, my eyes tracing the initials. Could Kyle have left these? I didn’t recall him ever leaving a note like this before. But... the handwriting. It seemed... off. Did both of them have the same wr
