“The pressure in her skull was debilitating. It felt like an anvil pressing her head into the pillow. She lay in bed a moment longer before slowly lifting up. “What the heck?” Gray’s mouth fell open. Why the hell was she in Charlene’s bedroom? Gray felt something scratchy against her bosom. She looked down. And what the freak was she doing sleeping in Charlene’s lace slip? The headache was momentarily forgotten. Gray swung her legs out of bed and stomped to her room. “Charlene!” If this was her... sister’s idea of a joke… But Charlene wasn’t in Gray’s room. Obviously she hadn’t slept in Gray’s bed, either. It was neatly made. Someone had tidied up the objects on her armoire and dresser and picked up her discarded clothes. “Mom!” Gray called next, marching down the hall to her mother’s room. She pushed the door open. Empty. Again, what the freak? The hospital. Gray jolted to a stop. Oh, god, Charlene! She’d seemed okay the night before—she’d been dyeing her hair and giving herself a facial for god’s sake—but maybe she just wanted to look her best before offing herself.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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