Maryann stirred to the sound of Katie setting a glass of water on her bedside table.
"Figured you'd want that."
"Thank you," she croaked, the dull ache at her temples an instant reminder of last night's whiskey marathon and the events following. She jerked up quickly and rushed to the mirror to observe her neck.
"What's going on?" Katie inquired with a slightly raised brow.
Fleeting seconds of inspection passed before Maryann finally sighed with relief. "Bad dream," she said, returning to bed. "No, it was a nightmare actually. What time is it?"
"Just after nine."
She groaned. "I need to check on Bobby. You should go back to sleep."
"I wish. You know how I am."
"Yeah. Insane." In all the years Maryann had lived with Katie, she'd never known her to sleep in, no matter how late she goes to bed or how much she's had to drink.
