Adriana
AFTER TALKING WITH Trevor the next morning, I fell back asleep and slept until I heard my mother knock on my bedroom door.
“Yeah?” I mumbled, opening my eyes.
She opened the door and stared at me in surprise. “You’re still sleeping? It’s eleven, sleepy-head.”
Yawning, I got out of bed. “It’s the jet-lag,” I said, scratching my shoulder. “I’m still wiped out.”
“I bet. Well, come downstairs and I’ll fix you some lunch,” she answered. “That will help wake you up.”
“Thanks. What time do you want me at Dazzle again?”
“Four?”
“Okay.”
Mom left the room and as I stepped into my bathroom, I swore under my breath when I realized that I’d left the empty pregnancy test box out in the open. I buried it in the garbage can and then went downstairs to the kitchen.
“What are you hungry f
