Roxie’s internal clock told her it was morning. Opening her eyes a slit, she saw the light that filtered in through the closed curtains. Yeah, it was morning, but she wasn’t ready to leave the bed. No. Getting up meant facing everything again, and she didn’t think she wanted to do that. Counting down the days to the court appearance felt like a countdown to her death sentence at this point.
Then there was the matter of Tyler and the picture Zinnia had shown her. Roxie knew Tyler had to have returned home from his trip during the night; she had purposely gone to bed early to avoid him, but she couldn’t ignore him this morning. That was, unless she stayed in bed and refused to wake up.
Roxie must have dozed off again because the next time she woke and cracked open an eye, the room was brig
