SHARON'S POV
Morning sunlight spilled through Maxie's cream-colored curtains like it had no idea what kind of night I'd just survived, last night was chaos but I was grateful to have slept here and not my house. Maxie's house was quiet except for the faint hum of the fridge and Maxie's uneven breathing on the couch beside me. I should have been asleep after everything that happened but my mind had replayed every sound, every hand that grabbed me, the screech of tires, the gunshot… over and over.
People say fear drains you, maybe it does but when I woke up, I didn't feel weak i felt light, hollow even like I had already spent every drop of fear left in me.
Maxie stirred, her hair a wild mess, opening her eyes slowly... "You didn't sleep at all, did you?"
I smiled and reached for the mug she'd left me. "Sleep's overrated."
Her eyes narrowed. "You're not going anywhere today, Sharon not after last night." she frowned her brows deliberately waiting for my response
