Once I’m back home, I notice Aunt Cleo lying on the couch with Evanio. I paused for a moment, knowing the last time she saw me, she was worried sick. I really just wanted to rush over to Michael’s but I knew I couldn’t do that without spending at least a few minutes with her first. “You’re back,” she smiles, standing. She walks over to me and embraces me in a hug. “Hey, Noelle . . . I actually wanted to see you,” Evanio says from the couch as I give him a small wave. “Hey Aunt Cleo,” I pressed my lips together in a smile. “How are you? How was it?” “I’m . . . great actually, and it was wonderful. Exciting. Exhilarating.” She chuckles, running her hands along my arms. With a sigh, she cups my face. “I’m happy. You look better.” “I got the chance to see what life is like whether I h

