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Mallory groaned as she regained consciousness in bed. Time seemed like a tricky puzzle, leaving her unsure of what had really happened while she slept.

Her hands were tangled in her unruly hair, aching to soothe the throbbing in her head.

What happened to her? What time was it?

Directing yer eyes to the wall clock, she was shocked to discover it was mid day. What in God's name?! How did she sleep so early?

She hurried out of the bed, her kids in mind. Was Zara able to prep and take them to school? How come no one even bothered to wake her up?

She went downstairs and found Zara and Isla playing a drought game.

"Hey, sis! You up at last," Zara waved at her, smiling widely.

As expected, Isla only spared her a glare before looking away.

"Why didn't you wake me up, Z? How about the kids? Did you take them to school?" Mallory asked, making Zara scoff.

"Are you being serious? The only thing I didn't do trying to get you to wake up was probably to hit you in the head. You were sleeping