CHAPTER 9
SONIASonia felt like she was having that uncanny stress dream where she tried to call 911 but her fingers wouldn’t work right or the numbers on the keypad no longer made sense. Her entire hand was numb, and her arm hung useless at her side. She felt hot and sticky, but also cold.
This is a fever.
It barely bothered her. She kept walking and turning left at every juncture, because she just couldn’t make a choice at the moment. Everything hurt. Everything felt fuzzy.
“What the hell is even happening?” she asked no one in particular.
“How should I know?” she answered.
Great. Now she was conversing with herself.
“I should be on a beach on a planet with three moons, drinking cotton-candy-colored confections, and complaining about, I don’t know, saturated fats.”
She wanted to k
