I don’t even dare open my eyes my head aches so much. I have the strange sensation of being under a car. The events of the previous day return to me little by little. I’m going to ban alcohol: I don’t handle it well. Suddenly, I remember how I got here. The doe, the accident... HENRY!
I wriggle in bed and regret it immediately. A bluish bruise extends along my arm from under the bandage, not to mention the various cuts on my skin. I climb out of my sheets gently, more by restraint than by choice. My eyes stop on Sara’s bed, whose sunken mattress testifies to the presence of a person during the night. Would he have come back to watch me? A shudder runs down my spine, but I can’t say whether it’s fear or not. His striking good looks don’t help me keep my head clear.
I manoeuvre like a litt
