Lola’s POV

When I woke up, sunlight slipped through the curtains and drew soft lines across the bed. For a moment, I couldn’t remember how I got here.

Then the memory came back, I had fallen asleep in Morgan’s car. The ride home was quiet, his voice faintly asking if I was tired, and then nothing. He must have brought me inside after I dozed off.

Everything in my room looked the same, the folded blanket at the foot of my bed, the books stacked neatly on my desk. My mother hadn’t noticed ...