Chapter 74 Tonight was Definitely a Disaster

• Apricot eyes snapped awake; beads of cold sweat rolled down her face as Cathy jolted upright in bed. With a heaving chest, she looked around. The tubes attached to her body were no longer there, and the subtle heat tickling at her skin was not from an imminent threat of a fire but the soft streaks of orange passing through the windows. It's already morning.
• Wiping the sweat off her forehead, she let out a long sigh and laid back down on the sheets. Nothing like that has ever happened to her before. So, what exactly was that dream? She didn't know, but it was as vivid as they come, like a past life she had forgotten.
• Taking a deep breath, she told herself it was probably the movie she had watched last night that messed her up a little too much. She closed her eyes to drift back to sleep when her phone suddenly rang. Chris Jensen's name lit up on the screen.