8
Cady
It’s almost five, and I’m still hungover. Will I ever stop doing this myself?
I’m sitting in my home office, facing a laptop and surrounded by case files. I woke up bright and early as usual, but my hangover has gotten progressively worse throughout the day. Ever since I turned thirty years old, this is a thing that’s been happening.
I stare at my laptop for a few more seconds, then raise my carton of coconut water to take a sip. It’s empty, which makes me groan.
I stand up and snap my laptop closed, heading into the kitchen. I’m wearing a pair of loose, dark grey harem pants and a white t-shirt under an oversized dark blue button up. The sleeve of the button up gets caught when I open the refrigerator to grab another carton of coconut water.
My temper flares and I shake loose
