Lisa’s POV

When my eyes blinked open again, light stabbed at me. Not soft dawn light — no, full-on, bright, burning sunshine pouring through the curtains. My first thought was— what time is it? My second was— wait, I actually slept?

I rolled to the side, squinting at the clock on the nightstand. The red digits glared back.

“10:03…”

I sat up so fast the blanket tangled around my legs and nearly sent me face-first into the floor. “Wh-what?! Ten??! No way—” My hands scrambled through my hair like maybe it would help me think clearer. “Ohhh crap crap crap, it’s—late, it’s… waaay late, oh God…”

My chest squeezed, that...