Cassie's POV.
The book rested open in my lap, one of the few I had managed to save from the mess in my apartment. The smell of old, slightly damp pages still lingered, but at least the words were legible. I had brought them with me in the same box that held a few dry clothes and other small things I’d grabbed in that rush, including the dress I had worn today and the nightgown I was wearing now.
Flipping a page slowly, I exhaled. At least the class today covered this exact subject, so reading it again now helped me feel like I wasn’t completely behind.
That’s when I suddenly remembered Sandy’s books, which I had meant to ask her for the ones I didn’t have, the ones I lost to the water.
Almost on cue, my phone buzzed.
Speak of the devil.
"Hey, girl." Sandy said the moment I picked up
