The sharp knock on my door dragged me out of sleep the next morning, and I groaned, pulling the blanket over my head. It was too early for this. Too early for anything, really.
"Who the fuck is that?!" I grumbled, my voice muffled by the pillow.
However, I received no answer. Just another round of knocks—more insistent this time.
"Dios mío…" I muttered, throwing the blanket off with an exaggerated sigh. "If this is about breakfast, I'm not hungry."
Still no reply.
"¡Ya basta!" I barked, stumbling out of bed and making my way to the door.
This better be good. If it was some maid getting in the way of my beauty sleep, I might eat her ears raw.
My bare feet slapped against the cool wooden floor as I yanked the door open, ready to chew out whoever thought it was a good idea to mess with me before I was fully awake.
What I wasn't ready for was the sight of my father standing there, his face hardened into a look that could cause an earthquake.
