Dove pov
The sound of insistent rustling wakes me.
Rubbing my heavy lids, I roll over. The lamp it lit, Eden wandering frantically about the room, fully dressed with her hair neatly pulled back.
I blink blearily, wondering for a moment if I'm dreaming. But Eden is actually tugging clothing from the closet and pulling it from her dresser drawers before shoving it in an open bag.
I sit up despite the leaden weight of my fatigued limbs. "Eden? What are you-"
"I need you to cover for me with father," she whispers, grabbing a couple tubes of product off the vanity.
"What? Why?" I question, so bewildered I hardly care she's stuffing half my things into her bag.
"Ciella has a car waiting for me at the station. I'm going to stay with her for the week." She zips the bulging bag up.
I gape
