A bright ray of sunlight slipped through the curtains and fell across Clair’s face.
She turned slightly, burying her face deeper into the pillow.
For several seconds, she remained still.
Her head felt heavy.
Her mouth was dry, and there was a dull ache behind her eyes.
Clair groaned softly and shifted beneath the covers.
“What happened to me?”
She slowly stretched one arm across the bed, searching for her phone.
Her fingers finally found it.
She picked it up and squinted at the screen.
12:00 p.m.
Her eyes widened.
“Twelve already?”
She dropped the phone beside her and covered her face with both hands.
The events of the previous night were beginning to return in fragments.
The anniversary party.
The wine.
Standing beside the pool.
Damien.
Her stomach tightened.
Clair slo
