Carmen woke the following morning, late morning, with a pounding headache. She should’ve listened to Liam and drunk more water. She’d downed one glass before crawling into bed, and now she didn’t feel like she could climb out to get more. The simple act of lifting her head from the pillow required great effort and caused much pain.
Her phone bleeped at her and she checked the screen. A text from Rosa:
I’m off work today, so I’m coming over.
Carmen focused on the little letters on the screen and told her cousin not to come.
Rosa immediately called. “Why don’t you want me to come over?”
“Because I don’t feel good.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I have a pounding headache.”
“Are you sick or hung over?”
Carmen didn’t answer.
“s**t, girl, are you sitting in your sad house getting drunk by yourself
