Chapter 223 Flirt With Death–Part 1

• The meds from the women's shelter were better than aspirin any day. They knocked Natalie out for fourteen hours straight. Not surprising since she'd taken more than the recommended dose after she'd spent the rest of her Sunday in bed, tossing and turning because she was terrified to close her eyes and fall asleep.
• She woke up on Monday, fuzzy-headed and her mouth so dry she thought she'd swallowed cotton balls.
• She reached for her phone on the side table and regretted it almost immediately when she saw the time. She'd missed work and twenty-six calls—ten from Emily, three from work, and the rest were Amber's.