The Missing Pieces

POV: DONOVAN.

Light pierced the heavy curtains, stabbing directly into my retinas. I clamped my eyes shut, groaning as a relentless thumping hammered against my skull. It felt like a massive truck had collided head-on with my temples. Every heartbeat sent a fresh wave of agony down my neck. The bitter taste of stale liquor clung to the back of my throat. I just wanted to lie there and endure the