CHAPTER NINE
By the time the sun crept across her pillow the following morning, Cat felt as if she'd aged a hundred years. She sat up slowly, feeling tired and creaky in her joints, and carefully stretched out. Standing gingerly, she felt things began to loosen up. She glanced over to where Evelyn slept, surprised to find the bed empty. Cat looked around the room with confusion until she heard the toilet flush. The bathroom door opened a few moments later to reveal an equally tired appearing Evelyn.
"Morning," Evelyn said, trudging out of the bathroom and rubbing her face with one hand while carrying her toiletry bag with the other.
"How'd you sleep last night?" Cat already knew the answer based on her friend's expression, but asked anyway.
"Like a sack of crap, that's how. Man, the dr
