Saturday morning crept in, as if it had known how badly I needed a break, especially as my bones were creaking, my back aiming to take me out with terrible ache, and my head was banging like it was the last holy thing to do. I shifted under the duvet, legs stretching out wide, hands above my head. Heat pooled beneath my neck and along my back. My palm crashed to my forehead. My skin felt hot, too hot. A low groan left my throat before I could stop it.Sleep mask scratched over my eyes as I tore it off and tossed it toward the edge of the bed. It landed somewhere near the pillow. I grabbed the tiny clock on the nightstand, it blinked 8:57 a.m. I hissed, dropping it back where it belonged. The picture of Mia and me stared right in my face, my fingers curled around it, picking it up. Chapped lips parted in a dry smile. I ran my fingertips along the edges.I swallowed. My throat felt dry and thick, as if it could break from how dry it felt.For a moment, I stayed still, staring at Mia'
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