Chapter 15
Dragging myself out of bed in the morning was not fun. Not fun at all. Was this how normal people felt every day? Stupid Sanctuary. Nina’s side of the bed was empty. What time was it anyway? I squinted with sleep blurry vision toward the clock. 8:30. There was a lump in Cray’s bed. I made my way to the bathroom, changed and looked at my toothbrush for a second. That counted, right?
“Trisha?” I turned to see Cray half sitting up in bed. His longish hair was a mess, sticking up all over the place and his glasses were still sitting on the end table so he was squinting.
“Yeah?”
He grabbed his glasses and finished sitting up, moving his legs to sit Indian style, a term he probably wouldn’t understand.
“What’s the plan?”
What was the plan? Spend time with Nina today, obviously,
