It was 11 a.m.—normally the exact time Billie would already be wrapping her hands for boxing practice. Instead, she was dead asleep. When you climbed onto the bed and shook her shoulders, she let out an annoyed grunt, jaw tightening before one eye cracked open.

“Get off,” she muttered, voice rough and half-asleep. She rolled onto her back, arm thrown over her face. “Classes are cancelled today. Let me sleep.