I got on my hands and knees and looked under the bed. Nothing. But when I lifted the mattress and ran my hand down the sides of the frame, my fingers butted up against something. When I yanked the item out and saw a rolled-up wad of cash in my hand, my heart sank.

“Shit,” I whispered, holding it up to Maya. “It’s a coincidence, surely?”

“How much is it?” she said.

I unrolled the notes and counted them. “Six hundred and eighty-three bucks. Jesus Christ, what the hell was she thinking? How could she do this?” I lifted the mattress again, told myself I’d find nothing, but the glint of something tucked down the side caught my eye. Dad’s watch and a pair of earrings, but those weren’t the only things, because nestled between them was a little plastic bag of pills.

“What are those?” Maya said, holding out her hand, and when I gave her the bag her eyes and mouth went wide. “Ash, this is clonazepam.”

“What?”

“Benzos. Serious, prescription-only addictive shit. I was given some of these after you left because I had panic attacks. I hated taking them because they made me so dopey.”

I stared at her. “What do you mean, ‘dopey’?”

She waved a hand in front of her face. “I don’t know, I was tired all the time, like I was living in this soupy brain fog. Drowsy, a bit stupid, just...weird.”

“That’s how I’ve been feeling,” I said quietly.

“From your amnesia...”

I shook my head. “No, it’s been different. Exactly how you described. I didn’t want to tell you, but some mornings...some mornings I can’t get out of bed for hours.”

“Ash, you don’t think Lily...drugged you, do you?”

“Why else would she hide that stuff with stolen money, my watch and your jewelry?”

“But why would she give you benzos?”

“I don’t know,” I said, thinking back to the attack on the beach. What if I’d got it wrong? Could it have been Lily? Had she come here to drug me, try and keep me confused or make sure I never remembered what happened? It didn’t make any sense and I was about to speak when we heard the front door open.

“Ash?” Lily called out, her footsteps coming up the stairs. I looked at my sister, saw that her fury-filled face matched how I felt inside, and I knew I couldn’t stop the imminent confrontation from becoming explosive. Worse, I didn’t want to.

“Oh, hey,” Lily said as she walked into the room, frowning when she saw both of us in here, and her eyes landed on the stuff in my hand. “You found your watch. Where was—”

“Don’t,” I said. “I know you stole it. Why, Lily? Why would you do that?”

Lily’s mouth dropped open. “What are you talking about? I didn’t take anything.”