CHAPTER FIVE
Martha woke up to clattering noises coming from the kitchen. It sounded like everyone was up apart from her. She took a minute to sit upright and accept the new day ahead of her. Her head felt fuzzy; she could tell she had a drink last night. She rubbed her forehead and thought how disgusting her mouth tasted after too many cigarettes and alcohol from the night before.
These were trivial thoughts. She was trying to block out her main thought, and that was Peter. She couldn’t ignore it any more. She couldn’t ignore what had happened in bed the night before. What she had done and who she had thought of? He was going to stick around in her thoughts, and she needed to figure out why. Martha wasn’t the sort of person to ignore something like that. She would enquire and enquire ag
