Carla had turned off her phone before bed, so she missed Tyrone's call.
The next morning, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room.
Carla woke up with a healthy flush on her cheeks, stretching with a contented yawn before getting out of bed.
After freshening up, she grabbed her backpack and headed downstairs.
The house was unusually quiet. Even Andrew, who normally hovered over her during breakfast, was absent.
Carla poured herself a glass of warm milk and picked at half a sandwich before swinging her bag over her shoulder with practiced ease and making her way to school.
Her first class wasn't until mid-morning, so she decided to head to the library first.
Without missing a beat, Carla strode straight to the psychology section, searchi
