The next day, a familiar pair of brown eyes was the first thing I saw when I woke up. I hadn’t even realized I’d fallen asleep or how long I had been out for, though Zahori’s irritated expression made it clear I had probably overdone it.
After Kathy left, I spent the night replaying our conversation over and over in my head. I couldn’t get over the audacity of her asking something of me when neither of my parents had ever been there when I needed them most.
Somewhere in the middle of all that bitterness, I’d eventually fallen asleep.
Now it was morning again.
Let’s see what crap today has in store for me. Because apparently yesterday hadn’t been enough.
Slowly, I pushed myself upright and rubbed at my eyes as sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room.
