Bree’s POV
I feel sunlight pressing against my eyelids and I let out a groan.
My head hurts. Again. And my eyelids feel super heavy.
I move my hand up to fluff my pillow and it bumps against something hard and curved.
Oh s**t!
I open my eyes and place my hand over my mouth as I see I’m still in the office and last night comes flooding back.
I turn my head to look at Cranston, but he’s not there.
I sit up slowly, grasping at my pale blue throw blanket that Cranston must have put on me.
I look around the room. No Cranston. No food containers. No backpack. I look down at the floor. Even the plastic champagne flutes are gone.
I bring my thumbnail up to my mouth to chew.
Where did he go?
Will he show up soon with another breakfast burrito to cure my headache?
I shove my hair out o
