The Favour by Rebecca Freeborn

Author:Rebecca Freeborn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pantera Press

Hannah woke to the sound of a text message. Her mouth was dusty and dry, and she rolled over and reached for the glass of water beside the bed, only to discover it was empty. The movement sent her brain crashing against the side of her head, and she lay back again. Good god, she hadn’t been this hungover in years.

Her phone beeped again. She groaned, scrabbling blindly on the bedside table for it because she didn’t want to have to lift her head again. When her fingers finally found it, she squinted at the screen. There were four messages. Ethan, of course. He hadn’t been happy that she’d chosen not to go back to the beach house, and he was even less impressed that he’d been left to pack up their stuff and get the kids home by himself.

Do you know where Jet left his drink bottle?

Am I supposed to clean the house or just tidy up?

I can’t find Grace’s other shoe anywhere. Do you have any idea where it is?

Hello? Earth to Hannah?

‘Oh, fuck off,’ Hannah said out loud. How was she supposed to know where these random items were when she hadn’t been there for the last twenty-four hours? And as for the cleaning arrangements, there was a manual with all the instructions sitting on the end of the bench in the beach house. It would’ve been quicker for him to flick through that and find the answer to his question than it would’ve been to type out that whole message and then wait for her to find the booking email and type one back. He was so accustomed to Hannah having all the answers that he didn’t even think to look for them himself.

Then she felt bad for her uncharitable thoughts. Despite her cracking hangover, the night that’d caused it had been a gift. She typed a message back: Sorry, I went out with Quinn last night. Bit worse for wear this morning. No idea where all that stuff is, sorry. Good luck getting out of there. Text me when you’re on your way.

She intentionally didn’t answer the question about the cleaning. He could work that one out for himself.

Then there was a noise from outside her room, and fear shot through her before she remembered that Quinn had stayed over last night.

There was a knock on the door and it opened a crack. ‘Are you decent?’

‘Decently hungover,’ Hannah groaned.

Quinn laughed and opened the door wider. She still had the purple dress on, but Hannah could see she’d removed her bra at some point. Her make-up was smeared across her face, but she still looked about a million times better than Hannah felt.

‘How are you not dead?’ Hannah said.

‘Practice. You not feeling great?’

Hannah moaned. ‘I feel like I’m going to die.’

‘You won’t.’ Quinn crossed the room and slid into the bed beside her. ‘Want me to make you a coffee?’

The thought made Hannah’s stomach flop over. ‘I can’t do it. Not yet.’

‘I was going through my phone contacts,’ Quinn said.

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