I was jolted awake by a slap across the face.

My eyes flew open to Cordelia Simmons's heavily made-up face looming over me, her shrill voice already mid-tirade.

"You useless woman! You can't even give my son a child, and you have the nerve to sleep?"

I sat up, still groggy. "Mom, what happened?"

"What happened? You have the audacity to ask me that? If I hadn't come over, my son would've been lying there dead and cold and nobody would have even noticed!"

My eyes went wide. Well, that was fast. Darrell sure made dying look easy.