Sofia Vez

I lazily drag my feet downstairs, to the living room where I wait for Maria. The room is filled with the aroma of strong black coffee. I hate it with every fiber cell in my body.

I stare in the direction of the kitchen, wondering who in the world is making coffee this early.

I am surprised to see Rora walk out of the kitchen with a mug in her hand. Her sleepy eyes didn't go unnoticed by me.

She halts, eyes meeting mine.

“You look exhausted. Did you not sleep last night?” ...