At least I knew where I stood: behind Weston. We both put guys in first position when the opportunity arose. Zero friends was my fault. No. Not my fault, Abria's. My time hadn't been my own since Mom had covertly assigned me to be Abria's second mother, a job I'd savored when Abria was an infant—before we knew she had autism. Once the devil autism had invaded her, being second Mom relegated me to a glorified animal trainer. I turned on my side, emotions pressing so heavily upon me I closed my eyes. Fought off angry tears. If I could sink into the couch for a few minutes... The blare of a school bus horn woke me. I bolted to my feet, wobbled, then made my way to the door, waking up along the way. I couldn't believe I'd slept. I opened the door and Abria flew past me. Marla frowned. "We weren't sure anyone was home." "I was asleep. Sorry." You'd hate it if I didn't answer the door and you had to spend five extra minutes with her, wouldn't you lady?
