Charli

My eyes blinked, staying closed longer and longer with each passing moment. The mug of warm tea teetered precariously in my grasp as I fought the impending sleep. Even the constant beep of Momma's monitors had become a lullaby, the rhythm lulling me to a dream state.

My mind was too full to sleep and too troubled to want to be awake. I couldn't stop thinking about Melissa Summers and Chelsea and even myself. How close had Chelsea and I come to being Bryce's ...