The doorbell went off in quick succession, letting her know she was not. The sun was blaring through her window. She glanced at the alarm clock and realized she’d overslept. “Shit.” She hurried from the bed. Someone was playing havoc with her doorbell, pushing it over and over again. Her head hurt and the cotton taste in her mouth wasn’t helping. She stumbled through the hallway, groggy and not fully awake. “Please stop,” she managed through gritted teeth when she pulled the door open. “Sophie, go get dressed,” Jack demanded, his tone nothing like she’d heard before. “I haven’t had coffee yet. My brother won’t care if I’m a little late. I’ll just work late to make up the time.” “Soph…you don’t understand. This isn’t a social call. We have a problem. Go take a shower and clear the fog while I make your coffee. You can drink it on the way.” Her heart sank. Fear of the uncertainty gripped hold. “Jack, what’s wrong?” He walked into her house and closed and locked the door behind him.
