CLEO’S POV
“Cleo? Are you up?”
I pulled my blanket over me to bury myself in it all over again, groaning as I did. It was a Monday and judging from my reluctance to get up, I could already tell it wasn’t going to be one of my favorite days.
The weekend had gone by in a flash and I’d successfully avoided having the conversation with my dad. Spending more than half of my Saturday with Sophia, my Sunday went almost the same way- my dad also not being home and me spending half the time in my room.
Now, it was Monday and I couldn’t hide any longer. I had no not only get up, head to school but also see my dad, all my fears suddenly coming to pass.
“I know you’re up honey,” I heard him say, standing outside. “And I know you’ve been avoiding me. But you can’t do that forever so I’m coming in.
