SamA loud clang, a thud, and a muffled curse stirred Sam from his sleep. Trina’s voice wavered a little as she whispered, “If you’re awake babe, I’m sorry. I was trying to be quiet.”
He wasn’t awake until she slammed the tray off the door, but keeping the room in darkness was keeping his headache at bay. He cleared his throat, but his voice was still gruff after sleeping so long. “I’m awake. You know you could use the light on your phone to see where you’re going, right? I’ll just put a pillow over my head or something.”
“Oh, yeah, I guess I could do that.” Still, she fumbled her way through the room, set the tray down and gently crawled into bed with lunch.
He wasn’t hungry and didn’t want to eat. He only wanted sleep. But the smell of soup and toasted sandwiches enticed him until his
