Chapter Twenty-Six
Gray
The phone buzzed on my nightstand, waking me from a chemical sleep. I’d taken three Benadryls last night, wanting to be knocked out cold, and mostly it worked, aside from dreams I couldn’t recall. I sat up and stared at the phone, then noticed the time. It was only 8:30 in the morning. The symphony office was still closed, so it probably was Rémy, wanting me to pick up something from the store for him, or… wait. We’d had a fight. The fog in my brain was preventing me from thinking straight. If it was Rémy, it wasn’t because he’d run out of vegan ice cream.
“s**t!” I grabbed at the phone and knocked it to the floor instead. I reached down for it and tumbled to the floor. When I finally had a firm grip on the phone, I rolled over on to my back and held it in front
