Ding! …
Ding! …
Ding!
Finally, Helen turned over in bed, groaned, and began to grope on the bedside cabinet for her phone. God, her head hurt! Who invented hen nights, anyway? She just managed to grab hold of the slippery outer case before it fell off onto the floor. Eyes now partially open, she unlocked the phone. God, the glare from the screen was dazzlingly bright. Was it even morning yet? The bedroom was dark, with only the faintest hint of light coming in through the curtai