Chapter 13
The next morning, Sarah woke still feeling like she was hit by a bus, but able to open her eyes and pull herself up to lean against the headboard. She looked down, confused at the thin black tank top and matching pajama shorts.
Everything from the moment she pulled into the parking lot to pick up Tommy was a blur. She pressed a hand to her forehead, trying to remember the last twenty-four hours. Bits and pieces flashed into her mind, but she couldn’t decipher what was real and what was a dream.
It would have to wait; she needed to check on Tommy. The boy was self-sufficient; she had made sure of that, but he had been practically unsupervised all day and all night. She wouldn’t be surprised if she found him watching TV in his underwear, surrounded by empty containers of junk f
