✴ Scarlett ✴
The soft buzz of my phone jolted me awake, cutting through the quiet of the early morning. I blinked against the faint sunlight filtering through my curtains as I fumbled for my phone on the nightstand. A text from my mother glowed on the screen.
Mom: Can we talk? It’s about your father.
I sat up, my heart sinking. That wasn’t the sort of message I wanted to wake up to. Still, I replied quickly.
Scarlett: Sure, I’ll be over soon.
My mother had probably spoken to my father about my presentation. It wasn’t that I was trying to be negative, but I knew my mother. If it had been good news, she would have worded her message differently. I climbed out of bed with a loud sigh. The room was warm, and I went over to the window and pulled the curtain aside. The sun was out, and I ha
