She squinted at the alarm clock on her nightstand, groaning when she saw the time. She had less than an hour to get ready for work. With a reluctant sigh, she nudged Mira awake.
“Come on, Mira, we’ve gotta get up,” Cassidy mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.
Mira groaned in response, rubbing her eyes as she slowly sat up. “What time is it?” she asked, her voice scratchy.
“Time to go,” Cassidy replied, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and stumbling to her feet.
The two women quickly got dressed, their movements sluggish as they fought off the lingering effects of the previous night’s alcohol. As Cassidy pulled on her blouse, she caught a glimpse of Mira’s phone buzzing on the dresser. The name “Nova” flashed on the screen.
“Your phone’s ringing,” Cassidy said absently, focus
