Maggie
My alarm goes off at exactly four o’clock.
I want to sleep a little more, but then Nate…
Meet me outside the house. 4:30 a.m. tonight. Jump through the window if you must.
Right. I can’t stop wondering what he wants us to do at such an odd hour.
But my curiosity will probably get me murdered someday. So yeah.
I glance across the room.
Ana is sprawled across her bed, hugging a pillow like she’s trying to suffocate it.
Still asleep.
Good.
I quietly pull on a hoodie over my pajamas, slip my feet into sneakers, and climb out of bed.
Every floorboard suddenly has something against me.
Creak.
I freeze.
Ana snores.
Creak.
I freeze again.
Nothing.
I finally make it downstairs without waking anyone.
The front door clicks softly behind me.
The air is freezing.
I immediate
