Chapter Three.
“DOUBLE STRENGTH CAPPUCCINO, please,” I whispered at Sharon as we strolled through the airport.
“You don’t want to wait until we’re on board?” she whispered back. I’d asked her to stop shouting at me three times already. “First class will probably make a mean cap.”
I squinted behind the dark lenses of my sunglasses, my head pounding, the lights throughout the terminal too bright. It was like they’d lit up the whole freaking room so they could find the last grain of dust.
“No.” I shook my head. “I need a coffee now.” With an IV if they have it.
“Okay. I’ll be right back. You stay here.”
I nodded while Sharon went off to the nearest café to order us some hot drinks. The smart b***h had stopped after her second drink last night.
I did not.
And to make matters worse, I
