Maeve's POV
The last day of term was a Friday, and I woke up knowing it was the last day with a heavy weight on my chest.
It sat in my chest before I was fully conscious, that awareness, and I lay there for a moment looking at the ceiling while the bond was warm and present.
I got up and started packing.
Alana watched me from her bed with the mug of tea she made every morning, quiet in the way she was when she was thinking about something she hadn't decided to say yet.
"What time is the car coming?" she asked finally.
"It should be here by two," I said.
"It's eight in the morning, Maeve."
"I know." I folded a sweater and put it in the case. "I pack early."
She said nothing to that, which was its own kind of commentary. I kept folding things and the room filled up with the
