After I toweled off in the bathroom, I stepped into Violet’s bedroom and found that she’d set out a pair of pajamas and underwear for me, as neatly folded as if I were staying at a luxury hotel. Almost delirious with tiredness, I pulled them on and realized with amusement that Violet’s wealth had done nothing to shelter her from terror. There had been times when I’d been jealous of people at school for their nice clothes or cars, but now I realized that those things were meaningless. They didn’t protect you from anything—or make death any less terrifying.

With a towel wrapped around my head because the Simmons house was drafty, I decided to carry the mason jar down to the first floor even though I knew it was ridiculous to take it with me everywhere. As I descended the stairs, I heard Henry’s voice coming from the kitchen, and I instantly blushed. I wasn’t prepared to be in the same room as both him and Trey, and I’d said good night when I’d ended our call to discourage him from even thinking about driving over to Violet’s house.

He shot up from where he sat at the kitchen table with Violet and Trey the moment I entered the room. When his eyes met mine, and I saw the relief in them, I felt as if I were on a roller coaster speeding down a 250-foot drop. I’d suspected it before, but really didn’t know until then: Henry was completely in love with me.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have even noticed or cared, especially with Trey sitting less than three feet away from him. But my chest felt constricted, and I could barely breathe. I wasn’t in love with him in return, at least not the way I was in love with Trey. However, the realization of the depths of his emotions had me completely flustered. And that had to mean something.

“You didn’t have to drive over here,” I told Henry as I sat down. My cheeks were still pink, and I kept my eyes on the mug of tea that Violet slid toward me to avoid looking over at Trey. Since I was hyperaware of Henry’s feelings, I was paranoid that Trey was too. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Trey had changed into a pair of sweatpants and a sweater, presumably belonging to Violet’s father.

Henry shook his head as he sat down again. “Of course I did. I didn’t even know if you were alive all afternoon. Your house burned down.”

Violet had heated up the pizza she’d taken out of the freezer hours earlier and a second one, and she sat at the table across from the guys as the two of them devoured both. “We saved you some,” Trey told me as he motioned for me to sit down at the table next to Violet.

“It did burn down, but there’s not much any of us can do about that,” I grumbled, hating myself for suddenly being in such a sour mood.