Her doorbell woke her later and she dared to get out of bed and made it to the door without passing out or puking. Yay for the small wins. She opened the door and the young guy on the other side flinched visibly and took a step back. She must look about as good as she felt.

“Uh. I've got a package here for Chloe?”

“That's me,” she said, “hand it over.”

He passed her the basket - yeah, it was a gift basket, fucking Peyton - and she signed his little digital ...