Bo felt the warmth of something was peeled off her body and the coldness of the room settling in. She cracked open her eyelids, to see a figure walking out of the door, then her eyes felt heavy again and she snuggled into the blanket to find the warmth that had just left her body. But couldn’t.
Barely ten minutes later, she groaned in frustration and sat up on the bed. Bo couldn't go back to sleep. She looked around, trying to figure out what it was that she had just felt. Was she dreaming? Or was it real? As she looked carefully, she found the table lamp that she had kept on last night was switched off. The door of her room was slightly ajar and then the blanket—that’s when she knew, Echo was there in her room. Because the blanket belonged to Em.
She was surprised, Boston had still kep
