POV: Florence
Something soft smacked the side of my head. A voice I knew called my name from somewhere above me, muffled by sleep and the fog of last night.
I ignored it, told myself it was only a dream, some stubborn part of me refusing to let the waking world back in just yet.
Then a second pillow caught me square in the face, harder than the first, and any hope of drifting back under vanished instantly.
"Wake the hell up, it's damn near seven pm!" River's voice sliced through the haze, thick with irritation.
I groaned, forcing my eyes open against the light until his face sharpened into focus: arms crossed, jaw tight, every inch the older brother who'd had enough. I fumbled for my phone on the nightstand, and my stomach dropped the second the numbers lit up the screen.
"f**k," I m
