Red awoke with a start, shutting his eyes forcefully, blocking out the bright light that stabbed painfully at his aching head.
There was nothing worse than waking with a headache, especially one that had fed off of extreme adrenaline.
Squinting at the clock over Lizzy’s silent form, he was perturbed to see only four hours had passed since he had lay down.
He sat up, stifling a groan, driving the heel of his palms into his eye sockets, relived by the temporary pressure.
Reaching over, he felt Liz’s warm arm. He sat for a long moment, just watching her breathe.
Throwing back the covers, the man crossed to the long closet, pulling clothes for the day, then went about his morning routine.
Checking Lizzy once more, he left the room, phone in hand.
Entering the kitchen, Red was surprised
