Cassie
The shrill ringing of my phone dragged me out of sleep long before I was ready to face the morning.
I groaned into my pillow, blindly reaching across my nightstand until my fingers finally found the vibrating phone.
“Hello?” I mumbled.
“Cassie.”
Sophia sounded entirely too cheerful for eight o’clock on a Saturday.
“You sound like a Disney princess,” I grumbled.
“And you sound hungover.”
“I’m not.”
“You don’t have to drink to sound miserable.”
“I was emotionally intoxicated.”
She laughed so hard I had to pull the phone away from my ear.
“That is the most dramatic thing you’ve ever said.”
“I know.”
“And you’ve said some dramatic things.”
“I know.”
I finally pushed myself upright, my oversized T-shirt twisted around my waist from tossing and turning all night.
Sunlight
