The next day, which was a Sunday, arrived quickly, catching me off guard after the emotional turmoil of the previous day. Lily tried to cheer us up with juice and crispy chicken she brought, but we ate without much appetite and stored the leftovers in the fridge. That night, after receiving Mr. Cowell's reassurance that he would spare no effort to find Dad, I managed to fall asleep.
I woke to the sound of the door opening and someone sitting beside me. "Hey Syd, it's morning," Mom said softly. "It's almost time for church, and you're still not up."
I stretched as I sat up but winced in pain.
"Are you okay?" Mom asked, alarmed.
"My head is throbbing, and my body aches a bit, but I'm fine. It's nothing to worry about," I reassured her.
"Are you sure? I should probably get you some medication," Mom said with concern, starting to get up, but I held onto her and she sat back down.
