Phoebe
I wake up still feeling overwhelmed. I can't shake the feeling from yesterday; it was just too much. I sit at the end of the bed, trying to gather my thoughts. Maybe working out will help. There's no pole, but yoga might do the trick. I nudge Lazarus awake. He stretches, his voice groggy. "Yes, my vixen?"
I smile. "I’m going to work out."
He smiles back, still half-asleep. "Okay, have fun but stay in the house. No leaving the house, not even outside."
"I understand, Lazarus," I say, rolling my eyes a little.
I change into a powder blue sports bra and matching leggings, grabbing my purple mat that Lazarus got me a few weeks ago, along with my phone and headphones. I head downstairs to the smell of breakfast: fresh eggs, pancakes, and sausage. The cook hands me a plate as he cook
