Salome’s POV
"I will be there, boss," I muttered into my pillow, the words catching in my dry throat.
My head felt like it was stuffed with wet cotton. I had drifted off twice in the last ten minutes, my brain refusing to stay online. The morning light poked through the curtains, stabbing at my eyes. I didn't even open them. I just reached for the nightstand, my fingers grazing the cold glass of my phone. I knew the keyboard by heart. I didn't need to look. I just needed to tell him I was on my way so he would stop looming over my conscience.
I tapped the screen, the haptic clicks feeling like tiny hammers against my thumb. My coordination was gone. I meant to type the word boss. It was a simple word. But my thumb slipped. It hit the 'a' instead of the 'o.' It doubled the 'b' and threw
