CHAPTER 18
Springtime. I’ve always loved the spring. And today’s going to be perfect. It’s the senior trip today. Time to get myself up and out of bed.
Ow.
I reach over to find my phone, knocking my clock off the nightstand in the process. What time is it?
“That you, Mia?”
Marco? What’s he doing home? Ever since he started working for that pharmaceutical company, he’s been too busy to ever come by. That and the fact that he and Dad hate each other.
There’s a soft knock on my door, and he lets himself in. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” I try to sit up, surprised to discover that I’m dizzy. “What’s going on?”
“I’m home for the weekend,” he says then adds, “Doctor’s orders,” while flashing me a grin. Doctor’s orders? What’s that supposed to mean?
“Headache?” he asks, holding out two pills and a
