Chapter 15The room is stifling when I wake two hours before work. Pale light trickles into the room.
My arm hurts when I move it, the length of it numb and prickly from sleeping on it all night.
Making coffee is a chore. I spill coffee beans across the counter and floor as I attempt to brew a decent cup.
Later I shower, but the lukewarm water sputters from the scum-crusted showerhead as I grumble under my tired breath to wake up.
When I step out into the bedroom, drying off my damp skin, I freeze, my heartbeat pulses at the sight of the bedroom door cracked open. “Hello?”
Silence.
Between the balcony doors and the east-side windows, the far corner of the room looks uninhabitable.
No ghosts or visitors. There is nowhere to hide in this wide-open space.
I walk over to the nightstand
