I opened my eyes.
“What happened last night?” Sara asked, watching me from the foot of the bed.
The sun was up, the fire out.
“What time is it?” I asked, rubbing my swollen eyes.
“Close to noon,” she said.
“Are you just waking up?” I asked her.
She sat on the bed, staring at me. “No, we’ve all been up for hours. Blaise and Josh were in here watching you for a while, but they needed to help do things. It’s still hard for me to walk, so I volunteered to stay here,” she said.
“That wasn’t necessary,” I said, sitting up and feeling irritated.
“I disagree, and so do Blaise and Josh,” she said, her voice calm yet serious.
I looked out the window. The rain had stopped.
Sara exhaled audibly. “Bria, what’s going on with you?” she asked.
“Nothing,” I mumbled.
“Please don’t lie to me. You
