LILA
The sharp sound of my alarm cut through the last fragments of sleep, dragging me out of whatever dream I had been clinging to. I groaned and reached blindly across the bed, my hand searching for my phone until I realized it was not where I had left it.
I forced my eyes open.
Morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, soft but intrusive enough to make me squint. I pushed myself upright and found my phone sitting neatly on the nightstand. I grabbed it and silenced the alarm, watching the numbers on the screen settle at 6:00.
Thirty minutes.
That was all the time I had before Trisha woke up and took over the bathroom like she always did.
I exhaled slowly and stretched, feeling the stiffness in my muscles from yesterday’s chaos. The sprint home, the confrontation, the sleep
