ELENA
I stretch, curiously tapping the side of my bed where Drake had stayed the other night but it’s empty. I yawn. I didn’t expect him to stay all night, I scoff at myself as my eyes flutter open.
I wince at the jarring morning light and turn over toward the other end where the alarm clock sits pretty: eight am. I gasp, the sleep fading from my eyes. Halo will be late for school.
I jolt from my bed. I need to prepare him, make breakfast, drive him to school….what was I thinking sleeping for this long? I run my hands through my hair, scanning the ground for my flip flops.
The door creaks open.
Halo walks in with Drake, fully dressed and perfectly ready for school. Halo’s hair is neatly combed, his uniform immaculate and pressed to perfection. He lightly chews on a fruit he is holdin
