CLAIRE
I woke up to sunlight streaming through the windows and the smell of coffee and for a moment, I felt normal, peaceful even, then yesterday came rushing back.
I sat up too quickly and the room spun slightly. Julian appeared from the kitchen, two mugs in his hands.
"Easy," he said, setting them down and coming to sit beside me. "You okay?"
"Yeah," I said, my voice still rough. "Just moved too fast."
Julian handed me one of the mugs. "Drink this," he said. "Then we need to talk about today."
I took a sip, the warm coffee helping clear some of the fog from my brain. "What about today?" I asked.
"The police station," Julian reminded me. "We promised we'd go first thing."
I'd forgotten, everything after the attack was a blur. "Do we have to?" I asked, hating how small my voice sou
