The Year of Falling in Love by Sorensen Jessica

Author:Sorensen, Jessica [Sorensen, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: The Year of Falling in Love
Published: 2016-01-06T08:00:00+00:00

Kai

I WAKE UP to the smell of eggs and bacon. At first, I can’t figure out where the hell I am. My mom used to cook breakfast, but she stopped when Kyler graduated because he was hardly ever there anymore.

“It’s pointless to cook breakfast for just you and me,” she told me when I griped about it. “And you know how much your father hates the smell of bacon.”

So when the scent of bacon hits my nostrils, I’m like, wait, where the fuck am I? As I lay still with my eyes shut, I manage to figure out that I’m on a sofa in a house that doesn’t seem to have a working heater and that the person in the kitchen is an older woman who likes to sing 90s rap songs while she cooks.

“What’s up with the 90s flashback?” a girl asks. Her voice is familiar, but I can’t place a face with it.

“Hey, don’t mock my music,” the older woman retorts. “We all have our guilty pleasures, like you and those silly, little riddles you think are so funny but are really stupid.”

Shit. Did I do something stupid last night, like go to a party and pass out on someone’s couch? It kind of sounds like something I’d do, but I don’t think it’s what I did, especially when I was so worried about Isa . . .

Bits and pieces rush back to me. Mapleview. The hit over the head. My car getting messed up. Calling Isa. After that, things become blurry, but I remember being looked at by a doctor in Isa’s grandma’s house and playing with Isa’s hair . . .

I open my eyes, slowly realizing where I am and why my head feels like it’s been run over by a truck.

“Aw, good morning sunshine,” Indigo, Isa’s cousin, greets me from across the living room. “Feeling better?”

I sit up, wincing as my body groans in protest. “Kind of.” I press my finger to my temple as my head pulsates in pain and dizziness overcomes me. “Where’s Isa?”

Just behind her, an older woman I haven’t met before stands near a stove. Her eyes shift from the pans to me. “My lovely granddaughter is in bed, sleeping, and we’re going to let her sleep because she deserves it.” Her tone is firm, her eyes hard, but I detect the slightest bit of amusement in her expression.

“I completely agree.” I rub my eyes, planting my feet on the floor. “What time is it?”

Indigo leans back and checks the time on something in the kitchen. “It’s after ten. Why?” Her gaze lands on me. “You got somewhere else to be?”

Umm . . . I’m not sure what to say. While I need to go and have a little chat with Big Doug and get my phone back, I don’t have much else to do. But I’m not sure if they want me to leave or what.

“No. Not really.” I put on my best charming grin. “Well, except for spend the day paying back Isa.

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