Rain hammered against Avery's bedroom window so hard it sounded like someone was trying to get in. Wind rattled the loose branch outside, making it scrape across the glass every few seconds.
She couldn't sit still.
She paced from her bed to the window, then back again, her phone clenched so tightly in her hand her fingers ached.
Hospital called. Mom's having a rough night. Might not make the roof.
She'd read the message so many times the words barely looked real anymore.
Tonight was supposed to be different.
After the bonfire... after all the almosts... she'd imagined them sitting on the roof again, maybe finally talking about what kept happening between them. Maybe even...
No.
She stopped herself before her thoughts wandered too far.
None of that mattered right now.
Lena was in
