This book is for everyone who stood by me when I was feeling my worst. Thank you.
Marybelle Lane’s jaw popped with a yawn that tried to swallow her face whole. She tried to hide it from her mom, but with a yawn that big, it would be like trying to hide a whale in the bathtub; it just wasn’t happening.
“Did you sleep last night?”
Marybelle shrugged and picked at her breakfast of overcooked eggs and greasy bacon, hoping her mom would just drop it. Of course she hadn’t slept. She was pretty sure her mom already knew that.
It was those damn nightmares. She’d had yet another one and had spent most of the night lying awake in bed. In fact, she wasn’t sure when the last time was that she’d had a good night’s sleep. They were becoming as rare as an edible breakfast.
“Marybelle, you need to sleep.” She gave Marybelle a look that said there was no way she was going to let this go.