I stood in that line one year ago, a few minutes after 3:30 p.m. After Phoebe died. I knew we’d need caffeine. We had a funeral to plan. Decisions to make. I didn’t even have my wallet, and a stranger in line bought me coffee. The coffee was so hot it burned my fingers right through the cups, but instinct told me to hold them tight, to march blindly to the elevators that would take me back to the yellow room where we lost her.

Instincts matter. And my instincts are telling me I am in danger. Something bad is coming. I don’t know what and I don’t know how—I don’t even know who. But in the marrow of my bones I’m sure that if I don’t get out of this car something is going to happen. And there will be no way to stop it once it starts.

“What now?”

I jump at the voice, looking around. I can’t be sure who asked, so I shrug.

“I need to think,” Harper says. She’s back behind the wheel, and she looks like she did at the beginning, smoothed and together. But I can still see her hands shake on the wheel. I can still see the half of herself she tries to hide.

“We have to turn around,” Josh says, twisting to look out of the windows. “And it’s going to be tricky. There are ditches on either side.”

“Okay, we have no maps and no phones,” Brecken recaps. He’s back in the front, too. I’m not really sure how we wound up like this again—just like we were leaving the airport. “And since we also have no common sense about people who steal knives, I guess we’re all going together.”

“One big happy family,” Kayla singsongs, the sweetness of her voice a honey-coated dart.

“Wait,” Harper repeats. She turns sideways toward Brecken. “I want to know about the phone call.”

“It’s not—”

“I want to know,” she says, cutting him off and holding his gaze.

The pink is back in Brecken’s cheeks. He’s embarrassed. Maybe angry.

“You won’t get it,” he says.

“Try me,” Harper says.

He shrugs. “I have to change majors.”

“What do you mean?” Josh asks.

“I failed biochem for the second time. Genetics, too. I can’t stay in premed.”

I’m confused and my voice shows it. “Wait. That’s your dark confession? Can’t you just switch to another major?”

“Obviously I can switch,” Brecken says, “but that’s not the point. I have no idea how to say this to them. There isn’t another major. There’s medicine. That’s it.”

Kayla sweeps a dismissive hand at Brecken, giggling. “Oh my God. I totally thought you’d knocked up a high schooler or something.”

Harper turns on her. “You said you’d heard his call.”