A blinding ray of sunlight pierced through the heavy curtains, hitting Rosa’s face like a physical blow. She groaned, instantly squeezing her eyes shut as a sharp, agonizing headache throbbed behind her temples.
*Why the hell is the sun so bright early in the morning? she thought to herself, her voice a raspy whisper against the pillows.
Squinting through the glare, she fumbled around the nightstand until her fingers wrapped around her phone. When the screen lit up, her eyes nearly popped out of her head. It wasn't early morning at all—it was past one o'clock in the afternoon. Rosa stared at the digital clock in sheer disbelief, wondering how on earth she had managed to sleep away half the day.
As she lifted the device, she noticed a piece of paper slipped underneath it. Sliding it out,
