Chapter 5
Charlie
I'd roused about a minute before my lids opened. My arms were draped around my pillow. The clock on my side table read 10:42 a.m. s**t, half my morning had disappeared.
Lumbering into my en-suite, I flipped on the lights and squinted because my bloodshot eyes and five o'clock shadow were reflected in the LED vanity mirror.
If Dad saw me walking into the office like this, he'd lose his s**t. Luckily it was Sunday, so I could get away with looking disheveled.
After my weekend routine, I dressed in khaki shorts and a white tank. Dragging my exhausted a*s to the kitchen, I took the package of frozen berries from the freezer, the milk carton from the fridge, dumped everything in a blender, and made a smoothie.
While I sipped on my breakfast, I glanced at the pot lights a
