SKYLAR

"Skylar, honey, are you less busy?"

I let out a groan that was probably loud enough to shake the foundation of the entire building. I was sprawled on the sofa, my muscles aching and my hair a chaotic mess of curls.

"Mom, seriously? I’ve spent the last five hours scrubbing floors and tidying the pantry. At this point, I’m pretty sure my soul has left my body."

My mom poked her head into the living room, car keys jingling in her hand. She gave me that look—the one that said she wasn't actually asking.

"Oh, stop being so dramatic. I’m not sending you to the grocery store. I just...