CHAPTER FOUR
Sarah yawned, stretched, and rubbed her eyes the next morning. A little too much wine, for sure, she thought as she made her way to her kitchen for two aspirin and a glass of juice. No wonder I have a raging headache.
She blinked rapidly, trying to rid herself of the tracers that were starting to blur her vision. “Please, oh please, don’t let this be another migraine coming on,” she muttered. “I have way too much to get done today.”
As she went back past the couch, she spied the open shoebox, with its contents still strewn about as she had left them the night before. With a heavy sigh, she carefully restored her box of memories, put it back in her closet, and headed for a hot shower to try to clear her fogged brain.
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“I beg your pardon?” a shocked Paige said a
