“Do you want to join us?” Chase asked. A part of her didn’t want Olivia to say yes, because she wanted Zeke all to herself. Sitting beside him made Chase happy. She’d forgotten what that feeling was, and now she was a junkie for the warmth she felt when she was with Zeke. He was a deep breath at the end of the day.

But Olivia looked . . . surprised that Chase had invited her. “Do you really want me to?”

No.

“Sure.”

The look of pleasure on Olivia’s face made Chase feel guilty. Maybe Olivia needed a friend, too. Maybe she needed some s’mores. The shadows had deepened beneath Olivia’s eyes, and Chase had become convinced that her therapist wrestled with demons. It was ironic, but not amusing. Chase still wrestled with her own demons, but Chase figured Olivia didn’t take her own advice.

“Maybe I’ll come out for a bit,” Olivia said, rocking her chair with the tip of one foot.

“Cool.” Chase went back inside, made short work of showering and blow-drying her hair, and even walked over to the bunk room to put the sheets Neve had used on the lower bunk. Olivia hadn’t even asked her to wash them. Chase had just remembered that they needed to be laundered before Spencer arrived the next weekend. For some reason it felt like she, rather than Olivia, was hosting her friend. She’d done some fancy talking and had gotten Spencer to agree to come only after she promised to buy him tickets for all the rides and mentioned that it was for sick children. Spencer was a sucker for kids. Big softy.

Chase hadn’t learned how to fold a fitted sheet. Apparently sorcery was involved, so she’d tossed the sheets in the dryer to get the wrinkles out. That was how sane people did it.

As she lifted the mattress to tuck the fitted sheet deeper between the box spring, noting that the April Fresh fabric softener was totally dope, she felt something hard beneath her hand.

“Huh,” she said to no one, since she was totally alone. She lifted the mattress higher and felt around, noting that the hard lump seemed to be the size of a book. Her fingers encountered a tear in the mattress cover, and she pulled out what looked to be a sketchbook.

The front of the pad had the name Marley written across the top.