*Chelsea's POV*
The sun peeked through the curtains just as my alarm clock rang. I reached over and hit the snooze button, hoping to get more sleep, but my mind hadn't been at ease since I lost contact with Gwen a few days ago. I had tried contacting her several times, but her phone went to voicemail. I sat up, rubbed my eyes, and yawned.
I reached across the nightstand, grabbed my phone, and checked my missed calls, text messages, and voicemails.
'Mom: Chelsea, it's the first day of fall. Don't forget to meet me at Starbucks for our fall ritual.'
Ah yes, how could I forget our evening pumpkin spice mocha at Starbucks? My mother and I started this tradition when Starbucks released their first line of drinks for the fall. There was nothing like a hot pumpkin spice tea or mocha to warm
