The next morning, I woke to a screaming baby and a migraine coupled with a side of hangover. For the first time since Tripp was born, I wished I had my own place. I tried to drown out the noise with a pillow over my head until I was practically suffocating.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I wondered what else would piss me off before I even rolled out of bed. I picked up my phone, expecting to see junk email, but found multiple missed calls and text messages from Davis. Before I could stomach reading any of it, I needed to pee and shower.
Hayden stood in the hall between me and the loo. I willed her with my eyes to move with the crying baby before I vomited on them both.
"Jesus, Callie, what happened? You look like death is just waiting to take you."
Her question didn't warrant a r
