I woke up to the cheerful voice of a little kid calling my name. Then I felt a small hand nudging my arm. When I tried to open my eyes, my head throbbed— which forced me to recall what happened last night. I groaned.
The alcohol’s dull and heavy in my skull. I squeezed my eyes back shut to ease it. But the voice was persistent—gentle. I wouldn’t say patient since he kept dugging his fingers softly at my arm.
"Mommy, wake up. Your food’s gonna go warm."
I breathed and fluttered my eyes open. Blinded by the rays of the sun coming from the left window, I raised my hand to block it. Then my sight started to adjust.
My eyes landed on Elon who was sitting beside me. His round face filled with boredom. I couldn’t help but notice at that brief moment how his dark eyes looked so much like his
