A sudden thought attacked my mind and made me sit up in a jump.
The black sweater guy…. Could he be the hacker? It can't be. Am I going crazy? But it makes sense.
"My arm…," Aki complained hoarsely.
My jump had flung her arm backward. She rolled over some so she faced up.
"Sorry. Did I hurt you?"
She shook her head. "Why did you wake up? A nightmare?"
"No." I sighed. "You'd worry if I told you it's nothing or not to worry about it, wouldn't you?"
"Obviously."
I stared down at the blanket before continuing. "Do you remember the fan that shook your hands?"
"How could I forget about our first fan?" she answered. "Why? Are you jealous?" she smirked.
"No. I didn't tell you that he came back today. He approached me after the show."
"Seriously? Why didn't you tell us? We would've welco
