“No, it’s late. I should have been there at seven, but I slept through my alarm.” “I changed it,” she says groggily. I freeze in place. “What?” “I changed the alarm on your phone. You said your practice was at nine, so I don’t know why you had to set the alarm for six—” “Because I go for seven,” I snap, practically vibrating from the anger that surges through me. “I can’t believe you changed my fucking alarm.”
