June’s Point of View
“June, dear!”
The sound drifted through my sleepy haze, tugging me back from dreams I couldn’t quite remember. My eyelids felt heavy, glued shut, but I forced them open, blinking at the soft morning light spilling through my window.
Still groggy, I sat up slowly, rubbing at my eyes.
“June? Are you home?” Hara’s voice floated up again from downstairs.
I yawned, stretching my arms above my head. “Yes, I’m home. I’m coming down,” I called back, my voice still thick with sleep.
I dragged myself out of bed, stifling another yawn as I padded out of my room and down the narrow staircase.
“Finally!” Hara exclaimed the moment she saw me, rushing forward to steady me as I came down. “You’re awake, pregnant lady! Do you know how long I’ve been calling you?”
Her tone was s
