I forgot about the thermometers.
At least, I tried to.
By Wednesday, nobody at school was talking about them anymore.
Mrs. Adams had replaced them.
Life moved on.
So did I.
Until lunch.
Maya and I were sitting beneath our usual tree when Ethan suddenly stood.
"I'll be back."
"Where are you going?"
"Library."
"For what?"
"Forgot my history book."
He walked away.
I watched him disappear around the corner.
Then something inside me tightened.
"Ethan."
He didn't hear me.
I stood.
Maya looked up.
"What?"
"I need to—"
I stopped.
I didn't know what I needed to do.
I just knew something was wrong.
Not dangerous.
Not exactly.
Just...
wrong.
I started walking.
"Luna?"
"Be right back."
I followed the path Ethan had taken.
I had no idea why.
There was nothing unusual.
