Chapter 13 Mari’s POV

Birdie woke me up at five in the morning by pounding on my door.

“Wake up, sunshine. Coffee’s on, and I need hands.”

I opened the door in my socks, my hair a rat’s nest. A towel, a chocolate bar, and a lamp were sitting just outside, and for a second I forgot how to talk.

“Huh,” Birdie drawled, ...