3I woke to the lulling sound of rain spattering against a window and the soft weight of a blanket tucked over me where I lay curled up on a couch. A couch. Curled up on a couch. I was on the roof. At my party! It had all been a wildly, stupid dream. A grin of relief and joy burst across my lips, but just as I was about to open my eyes and sit up, recognition and reality crashed into my brain. Rain. The sound of rain against a window? That didn’t fit. My elation deflated instantly in a searing wave of pain through my chest as despair and panic surged through my veins, as the truth filled my mind.
Gideon . . . No, I didn’t . . . She’s asleep right now. She didn’t take the travel transition well . . . Yes, I’m positive . . . Someone c****d this up pretty b****y well, but it wasn’t me . . . H
