Chapter Seventeen
Carmen and I only get to bed around midnight, which means I feel like a zombie when my alarm goes off at 6:30 am the next morning. How do people survive on less than eight hours of sleep? I convince myself to sit up, but I can’t keep my eyes open, so I stay in that position for a while, slouched over, eyes closed, half conscious.
A door slams on the landing upstairs, startling me from my lethargy. I push myself to the edge of the bed and drop my legs over the side. One step closer to being up. I reach for my phone and turn it over. When I see all the missed calls and text messages, I realise I haven’t looked at my phone since Noah and I left Truth yesterday. The first message is from Mom—I know you don’t want to talk, but just let me know you’re okay please—which I repl
