The morning started with someone banging on the door to the guest room.

Lola turned and pressed her face into the pillow, trying to hide from the sun that streamed in through the curtain-less window.

Yesterday was just a big ball of weird crap that she still wasn’t sure happened. She turned on her back and stared at the ceiling. Maybe it was all just a dream. Maybe she fell again, and that was why she was here with a throbbing headache and a million questions.

Just to ...