Vanessa is stuck in her mind, her dreams messing with real life and she can't seem to get them out of her head. She is on edge, her body trying to protect her, and the more she loses sleep, the more the nightmares are able to take over her.
Talon is...
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Vanessa tried her hardest to focus on her work. The more she looked at the words on the screen, the more the images of last night flashed through her mind. Her wrists were sore, but was that just another trick her mind was playing?
She could almost feel her body hitting the cop car. The images of the dead body laying on the ground in her apartment remind her of the reason she was getting arrested. Who was that guy? How did he get in her apartment? What had happened to him? A million questions rushed through her mind. Her fingers frozen above the keyboard, waiting for their chance to dance across the keys.
There were emails to be answered, but Vanessa felt like she couldn't breathe. Her chest was growing tighter, the hair on the back of her neck stood on end.
There is no way they would have let her go to work the next day if she had gotten arrested for murder.
But she could see everything almost perfectly. The blue dress she was wearing, did she even own that blue dress? She could remember every detail of it. The way it cinched at her waist, but the material was still billowy enough she barely felt it. The brown sandals that gripped her legs as if she were a goddess prepared for war. Her hair had been pulled up in a tight bun, only a few loose strands surrounded her face. Maybe that explained her headache?
Vanessa shook her head, taking a sip of the coffee in front of her. The flavors tickled her taste buds, adding even just a little bit of comfort. More comfort than the coffee in the break room could ever offer her.
