Carly’s POV.
The shrill sound of my alarm clock jolted me awake, and I groaned as I reached over to turn it off. I sat up, my head pounding from lack of sleep. My mind had been racing all night, trying to come up with a way to get Allie to come back home.
But regardless of what I thought of, nothing seemed good enough. I couldn't just fake forgiveness: she would see through that instantly. I was at my wit's end. I dragged myself out of bed, my movements sluggish and heavy.
The room was a mess, and I didn't have the energy to clean. It had been Allie's duty to clean the room, but now that she was gone, I had to take care of it myself.
I groaned as I walked into the bathroom, the cold tile floor making my feet ache. I turned on the tap, only to discover that the water was still cold. I l
