“IS THERE ANOTHER WAY TO GET UPSTAIRS?” I asked Professor Logan. “Another staircase?” I stared at the darkened corridor above, wondering if Mary-Ann was all right. Angela wouldn’t kill her as she needed her, but still, I worried.
“There’s one in the back,” Logan said. “I can take you there.”
“Good. Alex, can you make sure everyone else is safe?”
Alex stared at me and shook his head. “No, I’m not letting you go in there alone.” He walked toward me and grabbed my hands. The gentle touch made me wonder what exactly had happened five years ago and if maybe, what had actually happened and what I thought happened, weren’t two different things. I hadn’t remembered Sarah, and had no recollection of being here, but apparently I had been. So maybe the reason why I was mad at Alex—maybe that wasn’
