237. Who?

A groan rips through my throat as I register the early morning rays warming the skin of my face, and just as the world starts to come back to me, I feel the ache in my head.

Well, calling it an ache would be too fucking generous given how my head feels like it’s about to break open, what the hell?

My hands automatically go to clutch my head as I turn to the side and bury my nose in the pillow beneath my head. Vaguely I realize that it’s a nice-smelling pillow, very cold from the air conditioning in the room. But the smell is strange, not like the pillow I’m used to. The fabric softener used to do all the laundry at my father's house has a little sandalwood smell, but this one smells like lavender and cream. The fabric softener was from an exotic brand and my father had specifically asked the housekeeper to use it, the housekeeper told me herself once I asked.

So how is it possible that the pillow smells different? Did the housekeeper change the fabric softener? Strange, considering ho
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