(Avery)
The next morning came quiet and still. Sunlight slipped through my curtains and landed across the blanket. For a moment, everything looked calm. I stayed there for a bit, staring at the ceiling and thinking about last night. The study session went well. It had been nice having the boys over, laughing and studying even if we barely made it through half the questions.
When I finally got up, the house was quiet except for the sound of dishes in the kitchen. I brushed my hair, put on a simple shirt, and went downstairs.
Mom was sitting on the couch, looking at her laptop, while a staff member poured her a glass of juice. Dad sat next to her, scrolling through something on his phone.
"Morning," I said.
"Morning," they said at the same time.
The staff member set the glass in front
