Chloe sat by Casey’s hospital bed, watching her friend pack her things. Casey had been discharged that morning. She was calm, almost too calm, and quiet—too quiet. Chloe could feel something brewing inside her head.
“You don’t want to explain what’s wrong with you?” Chloe sighed.
“Nothing is wrong with me, Chloe.” Casey gave her a flat look. “I’m just tired. And not in the mood, especially after fainting at work.”
“Stop pretending with me!” her friend snapped, snatching the brush from Casey’s hand. “Listen, girl—tell the whole world your fur is pink if you want, but don’t try that with me, okay?”
“It’s white,” Casey muttered, hiding a smile.
“Whatever!” Chloe tossed the brush into her bag. “Talk to me.”
Casey hesitated, then lowered her voice. “I told Savanna that I think Riley is a
