C7 Nowhere to Hide

Cily

I woke up with a start.

The sun rays filtered into my room, as I sat up and rubbed my eyes. For the first time in days, I slept well.

Still sleepy and groggy, I turned to the table beside my bed, where my vintage clock sat. A small smile crept to my face, remembering that it was a gift from my father.

But the smile and momentarily joy I’d felt that morning shattered when I saw the time