The next morning arrived rudely, dragging sunlight across my face like it had a grudge against my soul. I blinked blearily at the ceiling, absolutely certain that five more minutes of sleep would’ve fixed my entire life.
Too bad life didn’t care.
I sat up with a groan, my hair in a frizzed halo of betrayal. My phone buzzed beside me.
Maya: “I’m outside. If you’re not down in five, I’m coming in and dragging you out by your crusty sleep socks.”
I sighed, dragged myself out of bed, and somehow managed to look halfway human by the time I made it to the door. The black car outside gleamed like it had never seen a speck of dust in its life. Maya stood beside it in a mini skirt, oversized sunnies, and an attitude that could cut glass.
“Took you long enough,” she sniffed, swinging open the p
