*Olivia*

“What are you still doing in bed?” Dahlia asked me, looking surprised to find me still so disheveled.

I sighed heavily, knowing there was no way I could explain to her that I’d slept in because I was up late–because then she’d ask me why I was up so late. And then I’d have to lie to her face.

Instead, I shrugged and moved aside as she came into the room, throwing herself onto the bed I’d just vacated. I hoped she wouldn’t notice how ...