Cassie Mead

The Cottage

Shut up! Quinn thought, squeezing her eyes closed against the bright morning light as if that action could drown out the infuriating twitter of the happy birds flitting around her window. Today was not a bright happy day. Gulping down the threat of tears, Quinn flopped over in her bed. Eyes on the ceiling, she drew deep breaths. Today was going to be one of the worst days of her life.