“Katie! Wake up!” I jolted awake at 5:10 a.m. to my mother shaking my shoulder. “What?” I groaned. “Is something wrong?”
“Gwen wants a McMuffin. McDonald’s opens at six.”
I blinked. “And…?”
“You need to go get it.”
“What?!”
“I have book club at eight. Tyler has an early meeting. You’ll handle it.”
“But I have class at nine—”
“She’s pregnant with your niece or nephew!” Mom snapped. “Get up. Now.”
So there I was, shivering in the dark outside McDonald’s before sunrise, waiting for the doors to open so I could buy my sister-in-law a McMuffin for her craving. When I finally got back, Gwen took one bite, wrinkled her nose, and pushed it away. “It’s cold. I don’t want it anymore.” I stood there exhausted, late, and furious as she walked off.
Mom shot me a glare. “You should’ve driven faster.” That was only the start.
