It was lunchtime, and I was aware that I would be late to visit Rhys.
"Can you tell me what took you so long?" Dean spoke in hushed tones, his multitasking skills intact. He never got the teacher's sneer that I did.
"You have a pale complexion."
At the very least, I could make it look like my shoulder ache was the main culprit. Medication could be too responsible for any wackiness.
I mumbled, "Tell you at lunch."
Even if I could tell him in the highly public setting of a classroom, I doubted I'd be able to express what had just transpired.
"Are you certain you're all right?" Dean sat at my kitchen island as I rummaged through my refrigerator for something easy and appetizing.
In all honesty, I hadn't stopped shaking all day. It was simple to blame it on the drugs, but by mid-
