Chapter 17
Hana awoke to the sound of the dawn chorus. Sunrise grew later as autumn approached and six o’clock came and went before she opened her eyes, groggy from the sleeping tablets. Her head felt as though someone filled it with cotton wool and then kicked it around. On reaching the bathroom, she didn’t recognise the woman in the mirror who resembled a harpy with sticking up hair and dark circles around her eyes. “Attractive,” she muttered, scaring the cat who mewed at her and ran away.
Last night’s wine glass sat on the bedside table next to the open bottle of pills. It mocked and condemned her in the early morning sunshine. Screwing on the childproof lid and debating whether to bin them or not, Hana noticed the instructions for use on the label, ‘Take one with food. Seek medical a
