LISA MOORE'S HOUSE
Lisa rolled over in bed, slowly opening her eyes. The moment she did, a sharp pain shot through her head. She groaned, pressing her fingers to her temples.
"Why does my head hurt so bad?" she mumbled to herself, her voice hoarse from sleep.
A sudden knock on the door made her wince. The sound only worsened the pounding in her skull.
"Who is it?" she grumbled.
"It's me, ma'am—Vera," her housekeeper replied.
Lisa sighed. "Come in."
Vera stepped inside, carrying a tray. She walked over and carefully placed it on the side table. "I brought you some water and painkillers for your headache," she informed her.
Lisa barely acknowledged her. She didn’t feel good enough to make conversation. Taking the hint, Vera quietly left the room.
Lisa struggled to sit up, reaching
