Emily's lashes fluttered as she stirred, a small groan slipping from her lips. For a few seconds, she lay still, her mind foggy and her limbs heavy, until her stomach grumbled again and coaxed her awake. She turned on her side and reached for her phone on the nightstand.
The bright screen made her squint.
11:47 a.m.
Her eyes widened.
She bolted upright. "What?! It's almost noon?" she gasped, her voice groggy and full of disbelief.
She rubbed her face, then stared at the phone again just to be sure. Nope. It wasn't lying. She had slept for over twelve hours straight.
Her stomach growled loudly again, making her hand fly to it. "Okay, point taken," she muttered, swinging her legs off the bed.
She hadn't eaten anything proper since she left Husla with Ryan and had been too anxious during the flight to eat, and now her body was making sure she knew it. Her mouth felt dry, her stomach felt hollow, and her head ached faintly from hunger.
