บท 42: Chapter 42: Sofia

Groaning, I roll toward the alarm clock and slap it.

My eyelids feel like they’ve been cemented shut. Prying them open takes a Herculean effort. Unable to force my limbs into action, I lay in bed as memories of yesterday assault me.

Roman is an undercover police officer.

Never in a million years could I have foreseen this. If anything, I’d wondered if he worked for the Russians.

But the police?

The Chicago PD?

No. I feel completely blindsided by the revelation. What am I going to do? Acknowledging what a mess this situation is makes me burrow deeper under the covers, wishing I could stay in bed for the rest of the day. Maybe the next few. I had a difficult time falling asleep after getting home because my mind wouldn’t click off. As a result, I feel tired and irritable.

I would love to call in sick, but can’t.