CHARLOTTE

I opened my eyes and glanced at the clock as sunlight ricocheted off the walls. The curtains had been pushed open, and an empty bottle of wine lay on the floor.

My vision blurred as I tried to focus on the clock, and my eyes watered.

I closed them and sighed, the day had come too soon. But to be fair, I had spent all night buried in things that reopened old scars.

My thoughts shifted to the files I had been reading a few hours ago, and I pondered what to do with the information I had uncovered. As I considered my options, a dull throb settled in...