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Pain and worry refused Shea the oblivion of sleep, despite the abundant amount of vodka coursing through her bloodstream,. The road rash made finding a comfortable position impossible under the clingy warmth of the bedsheets. Jess lay like the dead beside her, leaving Shea all the more frustrated. Even the tap dance of monsoon rain on the windows couldn’t drown out the memory of Annie’s screams.
A little after four in the morning Ninja’s relentless mewing and pawing pulled her from an endless series of troubled dreams. Half asleep, Shea stumbled into the kitchen, trailing behind the cat. The worst of the pain in her leg had settled into a dull ache, while worries about Annie and Derek clawed at her lethargic mind.
Worry amplified to frustration as she flipped on the kitchen light. C
