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sleeping bag and crocheted pillow on the other side of the
room. They didn’t speak again.
Greta’s heart dropped back down into her chest, still
rattled. She focused on breathing, as though she’d been
deprived for minutes and had to make up for it. Inching back
under her blankets, Greta arranged the pillow under her head.
She thought Nate had gone to sleep when he asked her,
“Were you having a bad dream or something?”

Greta swallowed, her throat dry. “Yeah. A bad dream.”

W

Greta saw it on her phone first, the inconspicuous white
letters spelling out the date. She scrambled from her bed on
the floor, the blankets tugging her legs like a giant finger trap.

Ash, on the sofa, sat up and watched her.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing’s wrong,” she whispered back, checking to see
if Nate was still asleep. The curve of his spine faced them,
unmoving. She gathered her clothes to get changed in the
bathroom.
“Are you going to meet someone?”
Greta tried not to laugh. Who could she possibly meet
up with next? Dylan? Matt? “No. I need to get something for

Elgin. Don’t worry about it.”
Ash frowned. “Want me to come?”
“No, no.” She waved for him to stay. “I’ll be back soon.”
She scooted to the bathroom before he could say more.

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