Thirteen
Saturday morningA message bubble wakes me up the next morning, floating in through my open window and landing on my bedside table with a soft plop.
I should ignore it, but I can’t resist. I roll over and pry one eyeball open. Not that I have to look to know who sent it.
It’s the fourth one so far.
The moment I see it’s from Zak, I flick my hand and send it sailing back out. It will get returned to him, marked undelivered and unopened. Just like the first three messages he sent, starting at dawn.
I just can’t right now.
This wasn’t the best night’s sleep I’ve ever had. In fact, it was probably the worst.
Before this, the worst was the one right after Riatus had to go away for a year. I was so nervous for him, so worried about what might happen and when I might see my big bro
