Chapter 7

Pollen’s POV

After a short nap that was supposed to help ease my mind, I woke up in pain instead. My head was hammering like it would split into halves.

My eyes were still puffy, with streaks of dried tears hanging on the sides. Not wanting to leave the bed, I lay there for a few more moments, just staring at the roof.

Seeing that I might remain in that supine position that felt like a trap, I rolled out abruptly.

Laura wasn't in the room, she must have gone to work — The coffee shop down the street.

I strode past her bed to the mini wardrobe we shared to get a pair of shorts and shirt, I showered and threw them on before going out to face my mother again. When I got to the living room, there was no one, but a noise from the kitchen caught my attention and I went there.

Laura didn't go to work as I thought,she was at the sink doing the dishes. Her entire body swayed to look at me when she heard my footsteps.

“No work?” I ask