CHAPTER 163

HAZEL

The sharp, stabbing pain in my head forced me to grope blindly for the bottle of aspirin I always kept in the drawer beside my bed. My fingers brushed over the smooth surface of the table, searching, but I couldn’t find it. Frustrated and disoriented, I had no choice but to open my eyes.

The first thing that greeted me was a plain, white ceiling. My gaze lingered on it, confused. There was