Page 82 of Sins or Secrets
My head…
My… head feels like it’s going to fall off and explode.
I make the mistake of moving.I didn’t mean to move my head to the side, but I did and now a thousand knives pierce into my skull.
All so sharp I grab my head and make my next mistake when I open my eyes and the blinding rays of the sun attack me.
“Oh my God, I’m gonna die,” I mutter.
“Let me close the curtains for you,” a voice replies.Brees’ voice.
I shield my eyes and look at her as she walks over to the long French window and pulls the blinds shut.
“Is that better?” she asks switching on the lamp.
“Yes, thank you.”
“Are you okay?” She looks me over with concern and brings her hands together.
My body feels like it’s about to snap in two but I manage to sit up.“I think so.”
I have no memory of what’s going on and I hate when that happens.I remember drinking. That’s why I feel like this.
When my gaze lands on the neat stack of envelopes by the bedside I remember everything.
God…
I remember it all.
The letters, the truth, the bar, the man following me, and worst of all Logan.
He knows the truth.
I told him.
The thought makes me leap to my feet and I fall flat on my face.
Bree comes to my side and helps me up.
“Easy tiger. You need rest.”
“Where’s Logan?”
“He left this morning.”
“Morning? What time is it now?”
“Two o’clock.” Bree gives me a little smile.
My eyes turn to saucers. “Oh my God, I slept until two.”
“Yeah. It looks like you needed it.I took care of things with the contractors.They needed access to the basement so they could work on the plumbing.There’s a leak on the bad side of the house.”
She manages to sit me down. I stare at her and sigh.“Thank you.”
She gives me a little nod, but I can see she has a myriad of questions.Questions I’ve needed to answer since I first got here.
What I’m looking at is the one person who’s just wanted to be my friend.She was even happy to take the lame answers I gave of not being able to talk yet.I know if the tables were turned I’d be hounding her down every day for the truth.
