Ash spent ages dividing the tasks into smaller, more manageable tasks and giving them all deadlines. In fact, he had gotten so invested in trying to organise his entire life on a screen that he hadn’t seen the time fly by, and when Liv walked into his room, back to her usual self, she was frowning.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t get any sleep?”
He looked up at her with a frown. “No. But I think I’ve figured it out. Almost.”
“Get dressed. You have class soon. Sebastian said he’d give us a lift to uni.”
“He did?”
“Yes.”
Ash stared at the sub-category O.B., which stood for Operation Bubbles. One of the first things on the list was to find out how Mama was involved in the group; she had not so subtly been ignoring him for the past couple of weeks, and he was getting quite sick of it. The seco
