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Right?”
    “It really helped me to talk about it, though,” Sawyer says.
    My phone vibrates again in my pocket. Tori doesn’t respond.
    “So do you want to talk about it or anything?” I ask, trying not to sound odd about it.
    “Not really,” Tori says. She looks out her window, frowns, and looks away.
    Sawyer sits up straight. “Okay, well, is there anything you need? Any homework or stuff from your dorm or whatever?”
    She looks at us like the weird strangers we are. “No. My roommate is handling that kind of stuff.” She yawns. “And I’m really tired now, so . . .”
    Tori’s mother stands up on cue. “Thank you both for coming by to visit,” she says.
    Sawyer and I stand too, somewhat reluctantly. “Sure,” I say. I spy a notepad and pen by the bed and ask, “Is it okay if I give you my phone number in case you ever want to talk?”
    “Sure,” Tori says, but there’s no enthusiasm behind it.
    I write my name and number on the notepad and sigh inwardly. “Okay. Well. I guess—”
    Suddenly there’s a flurry of activity outside the room. I turn to look. Trey is running down the hallway toward us like a total lunatic, something he would never do under normal circumstances. I spring to my feet.
    “Jules,” he calls out in a way that makes my heart clench. He sees me and lunges into the room, face flushed and breath ragged. Tori’s eyes widen in fear and Tori’s mom rushes over to stand between Trey and her daughter as a nurse comes running in to see what’s happening.
    “Who are you?” Tori’s mom demands.
    “What’s going on?” the nurse asks.
    “He’s my brother,” I say, grabbing his arm. “Trey, what’s wrong?”
    “Why don’t you ever answer your fucking phone?” Trey shouts, and I feel his breath hit my face. He stares at me, his face breaking. “We have to go.”
    My stomach twists. “What? What is it? What happened?”
    “It’s not Dad,” he says quietly. “It’s . . . it’s worse. Come on!”

Seven
    “What is it?” I nearly scream as my brother races down the hallway to the elevator. I chase after him.
    Trey stops in front of the closed elevator doors and turns so we’re standing face-to-face. His dark eyes are pooled with fear and he works his jaw like he does when he’s trying not to cry. “It’s a fire,” he says.
    I stare. “What?”
    “The restaurant,” he says, his voice cracking. “It’s on fire.”
    My throat is closed. I am unable to choke out a single word. I hear Sawyer swear under his breath from somewhere behind me. I didn’t hear him approach. I didn’t hear anything. And then he’s explaining things in gibberish to the interns and security guards who have followedus, apologizing, and then when the people stop crowding around us he’s ushering Trey and me into the open elevator and pushing the buttons.
    The elevator door closes and my senses return.
    “Holy shit,” I say. “Oh my God—Rowan?”
    “She’s fine. She’s the one who called me.”
    “What about Mom and Dad? Tony? Aunt Mary?”
    Trey shakes his head, dazed. “I don’t know anything else for sure. Rowan was pretty hysterical. She and Tony and Mom were the only ones in the restaurant, and when she called me she was standing outside with Tony. She said she thought Mom got out but now she can’t find her. . . .”
    “Oh my God, Mom!” I scream.
    The elevator door opens to a few curious stares. Sawyer pulls us out of the hospital and points in the direction of the car. We start running, blindly snaking around buildings and down car-lined streets. I pull my phone out of my pocket and see I have three messages. One from Rowan, two from Trey.
    “Shit,” I say, nearly tripping on a crack in the sidewalk. I dial Rowan, and she answers.
    “Rowan! What’s happening?”
    “Did you find Trey?” She’s sobbing.
    “Yes, he’s with me now. Is Mom okay?”
    “I don’t know!” Rowan screams. “Just get here!”
    “Oh my God,” I say as I climb into