Danica wrapped herself tightly in the duvet, desperate to avoid the stream of sunlight that penetrated the thin hotel room curtains. Light aversion was the first sign that her day would be concentrated on recovering from a hangover she hadn't drank enough to deserve. Pressure was mounting inside her head as she squeezed her eyes shut, pain washing over her skull like the tide.
Beside her on the bedside table her phone rang, each shrill note going right through her and exacerbating the nausea that grew inside her gut. Through heavy eyelids she saw it was her Sahana, no doubt checking in on them after their early departure. She reached out blindly for the phone, grumbling all the while as she answered and promised to call back later when Kelly woke.
It took every ounce of motivation Danica
