Jessa

Mariah yanked open my curtains, letting in a flood of light that felt almost violent after spending the whole day hiding under my blanket.

I groaned, dragging the covers over my head. “Why do you hate me?”

“Because it’s two in the afternoon, Jess,” Mariah said, her tone sharp but laced with concern. “You’ve been in bed since last night, and if I let you, you’d probably still be here when school starts on Monday. That’s not happening.”

The blanket ripped away, and I ...