Sydney

It’s 4:00 AM when I finally roll off my bed, wondering where the hell I am and how I lost an entire day. My body feels light as air as I walk downstairs in the dark in search of a drink of water, maybe even a cup of coffee, and find that I’m not alone.

Cosette sits at the kitchen table–an informal setting with four chairs–and looks up at me as I shield my eyes from the sudden onslaught of light.

“You survived,” she smirks, straightening up and shifting her weight to face me.

“You should have woken me up yesterday afternoon,” I grumble, leaning against the kitchen island....