Sarah’s POV
The headache made its presence known as soon as I woke up. I didn't remember what a hangover felt like and now Abby's words were replaying in my mind repeatedly.
‘I won't drink a drop of alcohol for the rest of my life!’
The alarm went off an hour before breakfast time. I didn't want to wake up after Tristan so he wouldn’t find me in such a sorry state. What example would I be setting for him? I took a painkiller before getting ready for the day.
The activities for this afternoon were informal, so I wore black jeans and a white blouse with thin straps. My first activity of the day was to be a responsible mother, so I had to be as comfortable as possible.
I went down to the kitchen with the intention of preparing breakfast for Tristan, even though my head was still aching b
