KIMANI The pounding in my head was relentless. Each throb echoed behind my temples, like tiny drums in protest of last night’s wine. I groaned, rolling over and burying my face in the pillow, trying to block out the sunlight streaming through the large windows. “Turn it off,” I muttered weakly, the sound muffled against the pillow. And then, like magic, the room dimmed. I blinked one eye open to see Danielle gracefully stepping back after drawing the curtains shut. Her usual neat bun was in place, and she carried a tray that smelled faintly of ginger and herbs. “Good morning, Mrs. Walker,” she said softly, her tone gentle, as though even her voice could aggravate my hangover. “I have some painkillers and a sobering soup ready for you. Would you like to take it now before getting ready for the day?” “Now,” I croaked, my voice barely audible. I sat up slowly, wincing at the way my head pulsed with the motion. Danielle moved efficiently, setting the tray down on the side table and
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