Phoenix
I woke up this morning, eager and anxious. We were going to find a person named Moira who supposedly would have answers to why I'd just defied a five-thousand-year-old hexed book and was still alive.
What a day this would be.
I dragged myself off my warm bed and stepped into the bathroom. I stripped off my nightclothes and turned on the shower. I wasn't in the mood for a bath—a shower would do.
After washing my body and hair, I dressed quickly and headed to the kitchen to brew some coffee. I wasn't in the mood for breakfast. By the time I was through with my third cup, the girls stepped down, all dressed and ready to go.
"Did you have all those cups of coffee?" Arizona said, looking at me with disbelief.
I nodded. She squirmed, shaking her head. She always hated coffee.
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