My head hurts. I’m confident I’ll see stars if I pry my eyes open, so I bury my face in the pillow. Thank God today is Sunday. Maria will be too busy trying to recover from last night’s concert, so I don’t have to face her or anyone. Mom’s voice reaches into my room from outside. I only relax when I realize she’s on a phone call. At the sound of a knock, I roll to my uninjured side.
“Sweetheart?”
“Mom.”
The door opens without a fuss, and I am grateful I didn’t lock it last night. I was too tired to think. Mom peeks inside, but I doubt she can see anything in this darkness called my room.
“Tessa?”
Putting on my phone’s flashlight, I wave it at the door so she can find her way to me. “In here.” My bed dips as she lowers herself to the edge. I panic when I hear her fumbling for the beds
