Trish's POV:
Monday
"Trish, wake up!" Mia jumps on my bed.
"What?" I groan.
"Dad's home!" she says excitedly.
"This is why you woke me up so early?" I snap, rubbing my eyes.
"What time is it anyway?"
"Yes! And that means Mom has to make special breakfast!" she grins.
Special breakfast consists of blueberry pancakes, waffles, eggs, French toast, orange juice, and milk.
"Where are Mason and Matthew?" I ask as I get up.
"Trying to steal some waffles," she laughs.
"And Trent?"
"Probably sleeping," she shrugs.
He didn’t come home until late Saturday night, half-drunk. Hunter and I went go-karting after he returned from buying new leather jackets, and Spencer went to a party. He even gave me one of his jackets, which was surprising.
"Well, you can leave my room now. No point in try
