Connor’s POV
I wake to the shrill alarm coming from my cell phone and reaching over I slam my hand down on the screen until the irritating noise stops.
Sitting up, I run a hand over my face, feeling the rough stubble across my chin. I slept fitfully, my dreams plagued by visions of Eva’s body mangled inside the car I bought for her to Gracie, lying in a filthy cot, in nothing but a diaper, crying out into the cold and empty room she’s in as no one comes.
Pushing back the covers, I place my feet on to the floor, I stand up, and head into the bathroom where I turn on the shower. I washed last night, but the nightmares have left me sweaty and I just feel like I need the water to try and wash them away.
Using the facilities, I quickly brush my teeth, before stepping under the luke warm wat
