Liliana's POV
Pulling the covers back over her head, Liliana slid down into the bed. The seconds turned into minutes. By the time she finally put her feet on the ground, a good hour had been wasted hiding under the covers.
She needed a cup of strong coffee and a long, hard run. The meandering path of the Mount Vernon Trail running alongside the Potomac River offered the perfect solace to clear her head. She was still not sure her memory of the events from the last twenty-four hours was authentic.
However, doubt turned into disbelief as Liliana opened the front door to her apartment. There sat her bags, all neatly repacked and returned from Martha's Vineyard. The small childhood rabbit sitting pertly on the very top.
"Aubrey. Hey! Listen, is Tom around this morning? I need to come to talk to you. It's important, and you're going to have to refrain from thinking I'm nuts."