Chapter EighteenAfter my shower, I felt the best I had in two days. Or was it technically nine days?
Either way, I no longer felt like I was about to keel over and die, which was probably a good thing considering that I really didn’t want to go through that all over again.
By the time I wandered back into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around me and another wrapping up my hair, I found Zoe half-asleep on her bed with her mobile hanging on for dear life in the palm of her hand.
For just a moment, I thought of tiptoeing to get dressed and leaving her to sleep. But the moment I stepped over the threshold of the bathroom door she suddenly sat bolt upright, looking at me as though she was confused by what she was seeing.
“Jeez!” She gasped, placing her hand over her heart as if I’d given
