Odette woke up at 6:47 am.
Her eyes were swollen from crying. Her throat hurt from crying. The big bed with the white sheets felt like a stranger's bed even after two nights in it.
Her phone was on the nightstand, face down, the way she always left it now. She flipped it over.
Fourteen missed notifications. Group chat from college. News alert from the local station she never remembered signing up for, but her mom had added it years ago "for safety," and she never turned it off.
BREAKING: MAN FOUND BEATEN OFF ROUTE 9. CRITICAL CONDITION. POLICE SUSPECT GANG-RELATED VIOLENCE.
She sat straight up.
Route 9 ran behind the clubhouse. She knew that because she'd walked home along the edge of it a hundred times, keys between her fingers.
She thought about the rival biker. The one with the b
