“Spicer. I did not get the best employee of the month for it to be taken away just because you can’t wake up.” Amma says.
“I am coming,” I answer back, my voice barely a whisper.
I woke up from the nightmare I call my past life a few minutes ago. Damn. I would rather watch Mirabel scream in ecstasy.
When I hear Amma yelling from the sitting room, I prepare hurriedly and join her downstairs. I eat breakfast as she plays with Xander’s hair. We are all silent. No. Xander hasn’t changed. He is too tired to open his mouth. He had a shift for seventy-two hours.
On our way to work, Amma fills me in on my schedule.
Amma quit her work at the casino a few months ago after noticing Xander’s workload had increased and he appeared tired every day.
Her relationship with Xander is something I h
