Are you awake?” The bedroom door creaked open, letting in both the light from the hallway and Taylor’s stepmom, Lynn. I turned over in bed and winced at the thump of pain in my temples. “What time is it?” I asked, the words grating past my throat. “Eight-fifteen,” Lynn replied. “Don’t you have work today?” I squinted at her as she stood there in the doorway, dressed in her nurse’s scrubs and watching me carefully. Any fool could’ve seen that I was hungover, and Lynn wasn’t a fool. “Work?” I repeated, my thoughts filtering through the sludge in my brain. Shit. I had a nine-to-three shift today and I hadn’t even set my alarm. When I’d arrived back to the Brogans’ house the night before, all I had the energy to do was fall face-first onto the bed. “Better get a move on then, huh?” Lynn said, giving me a measured look before leaving me to my own devices. My stomach rolled.
