10
Sarah looked at the clock. 5:02. AM or PM? Which day was it?
Her body ached. Her mouth felt...disgusting. There was no other word for it. Her throat was raw.
She fumbled for the lamp switch beside the bed. The light burned her eyes, so she turned it off again.
She was in her hotel room, she knew that much. Dressed in the courtesy white robe, which smelled like she hadn’t treated it very courteously. She cautiously pushed herself out of bed, then unbelted the robe and let it fall to the floor. She would deal with it later, she told herself, once she felt like she might live again.
She padded into the bathroom and reluctantly turned on the light. She looked like hell. No, worse than hell: hell’s monster, the one with dark red frizzy hair and a freakishly white face to scare all the s
