Chapter Five
My mother wasn’t the only one who was dog-tired, because, even with everything that had happened earlier in the evening, I basically passed out the second my head hit my pillow. When I woke up, bright morning light was peeking past the edges of the blinds in my bedroom, and I cast a bleary look over at the clock on my bedside table.
Nine-fifteen.
Could have been worse, I supposed. I’d heard Kara say something about ten-thirty or thereabouts to my mother, so I knew I had a little time, even if I didn’t have the luxury of letting myself fall back asleep for another hour. But time enough to get ready.
The bathroom in the casita I’d called home ever since I turned eighteen had great hot water, so I took as long a shower as I dared, letting the water pour over me and wash away
