Pushing my hair out of my eyes, I reached for Jack yet his side of the bed was empty and I shoved myself upright, trying to get a handle on my post-sleep reality. Snagging my panties and t-shirt from the floor, I stumbled out of the room and down the steep stairs, a hand on each wall instead of using the banister. I was too tired for the banister, if you wanted to know the truth. Last night's 'party' was awesome; the kind of awesome that left you bleary-eyed and yawning when you woke up even if the sun was showing high in the sky. "Go away, Belinda," I heard Grams say, seeing her silhouetted in the sunshine beaming in front of her through the opened door. Wait…what? Mom? Shit. My mom was at the farmhouse front door at oh-sunshiny-thirty in the morning causing a ruckus. Oh, hell, no.
