The message lights up my phone, and my heart thuds so loud I think everyone in the hall can hear it. My fingers tremble as I read the text from Gabe.
[Hey]
[Sup] I replied, only because it gave me something to do other than stress over the fact that I am not home and was forced by my parents to come back to campus.
"It was just a dream, honey. We're good, I promise," my father had insisted that either I go back to campus, or they would have me hospitalized. It was a joke, but I knew when I was hitting a brick wall. How was Dad to know what I knew? If I confided in him- he really would send me to an asylum- or whatever they called the place for loonies.
[Everything okay?]
No, I'm not okay. How could I be? I've spent the last week clutching the knowledge that my mother and Avrielle's time is running out, and I can't stop it. Every moment feels like borrowed time, and I'm running out of air.