I stood along the edge of the sidewalk, staring at my overturned bike in the yard, with a weird shifting kind of pain settling into my head. Yeah, I had every right to a headache, what with Tree Ica and other dead things coming back to life. And Callum... But this was more than that. The feeling seemed to seep into my brain, and twisted it all up into a pretzel so tightly, I fell to the grass with a low moan. What the hell was wrong with me? Maybe the stresses of this new life were getting to me.
Even though I wanted to go pet Mom's lilacs and then get out of the sun to look through my baby book like Mom had directed, it felt as if I would never make it that far. I probably just needed more sleep in my own bed instead of underneath Darby's.
If I turned my back to the wind and focused on the spin of my tire wheel, my stomach didn't seem so bad. I would just have to live on the yard for the rest of my life since I couldn't get up.