14Shifting SandReese pushes us hard during workouts. She joins in the regular rotation for the first time since I arrived and matches me round for round.
Shaila’s words cycle through my head. You could take her down if you tried. I don’t know if I believe her, but my muscles thrill at the challenge.
After dinner, I collapse in a heap on my bed. Fatigue has pushed Asher and Dr. Andrews and Lucas to the far corners of my mind. We’re no closer to finding answers than we were this morning, but for the first time all day, I’m too exhausted to care.
The door creaks. I glance up as Jayce slips into our room, her chin ducked to her chest. Usually, she bounds in and flops down on her bed. Tonight, her face is tight, her lips pressed to a line. She swipes her forearm over her face, scrubbing her
