Chapter Forty-Six. Cal.
“Cal” Lucy’s soft voice calls me as she gently shakes my shoulder.
Fuck, I feel all fuzzy, I must have been in a deep sleep. I blink my eyes as I attempt to rouse myself from my soporific state.
“Sorry, but it is five, you need to wake up,” she tells me.
Shit, that gives me only forty minutes till I need to leave for work. I round my shoulders, stretching out the crick in my neck, clearly having slept in an awkward position, as I pull myself up and sit up in bed, looking at my sister with bleary eyes.
Hell, it has been years since Lucy woke me up, not since after our parents died, and she became not only my sister but my parent when I was a hurting, belligerent teenager, unwilling to get out of bed in time for school. I wince when I think how I treated her
