Clara's POV
The alarm blared at exactly 6 AM. I woke up with my phone still clutched in my hand. The last thing I remembered was my mother's weak voice fading over the phone. I couldn't even remember if I'd thanked Maya for visiting.
I dragged myself out of bed, eyes swollen, body aching on all sides, but I had no time for that. I had a job to do; I put on my uniform and hurried down the hall.
The moment I pushed the nursery door open, a blue shirt flew right past my head. "I hate this shirt!" Lily screamed. She was standing on her bed, face red as usual, a pile of discarded clothes covering the floor around her.
"Good morning to you, too, Lily." I kept my voice steady. "Why are you up so early?"
She ignored me completely and walked to pick up the shirt.
"What's wrong with it?" I ask
