Kit grunted sleepily as the banging at her door continued insistently. She was shuffling toward the door with her eyes half-closed and in her PJs, wondering who was at her door before 6 am.

"Someone better be dying," she muttered as she finally reached the door and pulled it open. Surprisingly, her mother was standing there, looking a combination of smug and agitated.

"Mom?" Kit asked in confusion as Maya brushed past her and headed for the living ...