Chapter 9: Closets Are for Clothes
Muted voices sifted through my sleep-clouded head, and I blinked a few times as my eyes adjusted to the bright light filtering through the curtains. After multiple washings, and without any blinds behind them, they weren’t particularly good at blocking the morning sun.
Speaking of which, that sun appeared rather high in the sky. I groaned and rolled to check the time on my phone, then muttered, “Crap,” because I’d wanted an earlier start so things wouldn’t be rushed this morning. Extended family wouldn’t descend until mid-to-late-afternoon, but who knew how much time might be needed for Mom or Dad to recover their equilibrium after my big reveal.
I laid a forearm across my eyes. “Get up,” I mumbled. “Suck it up and get this over with.”
I sighed, sat,
