'Chelsea, wake up. You are getting late for school.'
A blur pattern of colours formed in front of Chelsea's eyes as she tried to open them. Her eyelids felt heavy. She was sleeping for the last fourteen hours, but her head hurt like she was awake all night watching television.
Chelsea rubbed her eyes with her knuckles. She saw Carolina holding a tray. 'I hope you slept well.'
The first thought that appeared in Chelsea's mind was whether it was actually her mother or she was still trapped in some kind of nightmare. 'Mom, when did you got home?'
'Just an hour ago. The flight back home was damn tiring. I thought I should wake you up for school before crashing on my bed.'
'Andrew was here?' Chelsea asked.
With everything happening with her, she wasn't sure which part was real. She saw An
