Chapter Twenty-Six
Cammi
“Ugh,” I muttered.
I lay still in bed, a little afraid to move too abruptly because my head was pounding. I prayed, irrationally, that my alarm was wrong. Maybe it was wrong. I knew that was highly unlikely, considering it was my smartphone and it was an auto-set alarm. I’d been getting up every day at that time and had for years when my coffee truck was open.
I opened one eye. Glimmers of light were coming in through the windows. With a sigh, I opened the other eye and experimentally moved my head as I reached to pick up my phone and check the time.
No shock, but my alarm wasn’t wrong. My head was definitely not happy about moving.
I sat up slowly and trudged into the bathroom, setting my phone on the counter by the sink. Blessedly, my on-demand hot water he
