Elijah’s POV
Caleb wouldn’t stop wriggling.
“Hold still,” I grumbled, trying to pull the blanket up over both of us. It kept sliding to his side, and he kept stealing more than his share. “You’re hogging all the warm.”
“I’m not!” he whispered back, even though his little giggle gave him away. “Your feet are cold, that’s why.”
We’d just brushed our teeth, and Mom had tucked us in, kissed our foreheads, and left the lamp on low. She said she had to finish some work for her shop, which usually meant she’d be measuring herbs and making things smell weird in the kitchen. That was fine. I was wide awake anyway.
Because of the party.
The party had been all anyone in school talked about for weeks, and even though we were going to attend, I couldn’t stop picturing it. Fancy clothes, lights gl
