Chapter 14Angie had a restless Sunday night, dreaming of strange things, but woke with a jolt to see the sun shining through the window. Her eyes screwed up as they grew accustomed to the light. Looking to her left, she saw no sign of John. She glanced across at the alarm clock that she didn't need today; eight-thirty already. Good God, she'd overslept. And John hadn't even bothered to say goodbye. Well, stuff him.
Panic spread through her; being alone in the house filled her with dread. What would she do? She had to calm down, take one step at a time. First wash and get dressed. Then food, if she could stomach it.
Breakfast consisted of toast and butter, which she forced herself to eat, followed by a drink of squash. Now she had to keep the food down and hope for the best.
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