NOTE: THIS CHAPTER WAS MEANT TO COME BEFORE THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER, BUT I WASN'T ALLOWED TO REVISE IT. MY APOLOGIES.

Of course, I slip climbing onto the bus.

My already injured knee slams into the step and I swallow a scream, scrambling back to my feet as fast as I can so I don't block the line of embarking passengers behind me. An elderly woman in the front row gives me a sympathetic look as I move past her, limping and clutching my backpack to my chest.

I am doing this.

I am doing this.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

Cain couldn't have made it clearer last night that...