Morning came sooner than Roxie was ready for it. As though the sun had a point to make, the sunlight filtered in through the tiny gape at the top of the curtain and struck Roxie right in the face like a personal attack.
Groaning, she pulled the pillow out from under her head and threw it over. God, her head throbbed as though there was a tiny miner with a hammer attempting to break a hole in her skull. She hadn’t realized she’d drunk so much last night, but according to her head, Roxie had drunk enough to drown an elephant, and now it was pissed.
She must have dozed off again, because Roxie startled when she heard movement in the house coming from the kitchen moments before the smell of eggs and coffee wafted in through the space under the door.
On any other day, the smell would have be
