The next morning my alarm woke me up. Every part of my body throbbed with pain. My throat was dry, and my lids were stuck together. I didn't remember ever being that hungover. Somehow, I managed to drag my fucked-up self to the shower. When the hot water began streaming down my body, I knew I couldn't keep dismissing what happened yesterday.
My head throbbed and I stood in the shower pretending I didn't have to make any decisions today.
I fucking loved her and that was it. I needed to get her back somehow, but my options seemed bleak. The pain kept punching holes in my stomach.
My phone started ringing when I was thinking about everything that had been going on. It was an unknown number. I was reluctant to speak to anyone now, but I answered it anyway.
"Yeah?"
"McCarthy here, mate. I'm returning your call about that case you asked me to look into."