FLYNN’S POV
The first thing I register is the ceiling.
I stare at it for three full seconds before the rest of it assembles. The sheets, the dark, the particular silence of a room that is not my apartment.
I look down at myself.
“Oh s**t”.
I scrub a hand over my face and reach for my phone on the nightstand. 5:04 AM. The room is the grey colour of very early morning, the kind of light that shows you just enough. I swing my legs to the side of the bed
I sit up slowly and the night comes back in pieces, the bar, the scotch, the rain outside and the woman. I remember her body the way you remember something that surprises you, completely, every detail. I drag a hand down my face and exhale.
I turn to look at her.
And the bottom drops out of everything.
She is lying on her side facin
