Ella
I groan as my hand finds its way to my forehead, sweat abundant at the smallest of touches. Ugh, this is absolutely gross. I can't even remember the last time I sweated in my sleep. I normally only sweat in my sleep when I'm getting sick, seeing as my body temperature can't handle the sickness.
My mind tries to remember what led to being here. It's tough fighting through the fuzzy memory from the previous night. I finally open my eyes just a sliver, and the sight gives me the jolt I need to remember the worst parts of the day before.
I remember the Forest Hotel. I remember the alcohol. I remember George demanding to take me home...
I sit up, seeing the villa around me, and more memories flood back: the car ride back here, the intimacy shared between the two of us. The way he tried to carry me inside and I fought against him.
The way I pushed him away and told him we were divorced.