Alice sat on the edge of her bed, arms crossed, eyes glued to the enormous painting now hanging on her wall like it was mocking her. Again.
Well, to be fair, she had put that there herself. She needed to keep looking at it.
And no matter how long she stared, she still arrived at the same conclusion.
It was Paula's. But how to dig into this? She still didn't know. She was here. In this room.
"Ugh," she muttered under her breath, flopping back on the bed dramatically. "This is what I get for wanting a boring life."
And she meant it.
After the whirlwind of her life flipping inside out, boring actually sounded wonderful.
Boring was underrated. She would've happily spent the next year eating bland cereal, bingeing mid-budget dramas, and avoiding anything that remotely resembled conflict. But fate had other plans.
Because her life was meant to be anything but smooth.
And tomorrow... was Exercise Day.
She winced at the thought.
