Chapter Seventy Two

I don't know how I make through the night but finally, it's morning. I push up from where I had fallen asleep on the floor of my sitting room. The first lights of dawn are just starting to sift through the window but otherwise, it's still pretty dark outside. I'm stiff from sitting all night but I push up regardless, my bones creaking in the process. It's disheartening that it's a Monday, this is not the kind of condition I like to approach a new week with. My hips are stiff but I make the best of what I can and hobble to my bedroom. When I get to the door, I sigh softly as I take in the scene that had been in a state of massacre just yesterday night. It's a surprise that nobody in the neighborhood had actually called the police on me. I would have thought the scream would have penetrated a fair amount of doors and walls.

After the initial shock and despite my quavering nerves and wobbly legs, I had walked forward into the room and taken in the scene properly. The cat had been a ging