“No problem,” Audrey says, smiling brightly.
Matt glances at me in the mirror as he backs out of the driveway.
“Did you oversleep?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I admit. “Total insomnia. I probably got about two hours.”
“Well, you can’t tell,” he says warmly, which makes both Audrey and me smile.
“Thanks,” I say, feeling my cheeks turn pink.
Matt turns on the radio and it’s an upbeat love song that makes it hard not to smile the whole way to school. At least he’s smiling, too.
I spend the day alternating between conflicting feelings. I’m optimistic about Audrey’s high spirits and positively cheerful when I think of Matt’s kisses and kind words. I’m panicked about Case 22, but exasperated because I can’t put my finger on what exactly I’m afraid of. I’m relieved to have shared secrets with Matt, but ashamed because I know Mason would be disappointed if he knew about it.
But mostly, I’m lifted by the fact that Matt and I have a new, strong connection.
In English, I can feel that connection across the room. In the halls, we’re in color and everyone else is in black-and-white. In the noisy cafeteria, I hear everything he says as clearly as if I’m wearing earbuds and he’s my playlist.
Audrey notices it, too.
“Not to be gross or anything, but did you and my brother do it or something?” she whispers in the hallway between fifth and sixth periods.
“What?” I say, shocked. “No! Oh my god, no!”
“Okay,” she says, laughing and holding up her hands. “I get it. You didn’t. You two just seem overly gooey today.”
“Oh,” I say, turning to face my locker, embarrassed. “We had some nice conversations yesterday.” I feel bad about lying to Audrey, but Matt’s right: It’s not fair to tell her about Revive.
“I see,” she says, eyeing me skeptically. “Conversations about doing—”
“Audrey!” I shout, laughing. “Shut up!”
“Fine, fine,” she says. “But for the record, I think you’re lying.”
“And for the record, I think you’re nutso.”
“Well, you’re probably right on that one,” Audrey says, flipping her lovely hair off her shoulder and beaming at me. Her teeth are bright white and her dark eyes are sparkling; her skin looks perfect against the lavender shirt she’s wearing. She’s the most perfect version of herself in this everyday moment.
It makes me queasy to think that she might not have much time left.
When Matt and Audrey drop me off after school, I grab a snack and head down to the basement to check in. With Mason and Cassie having been gone, and with my having rushed out of the house this morning, I haven’t really talked to Mason in days. But when I open the door at the top of the stairs, I realize that the lights are out; nobody’s home. Apple and energy bar in hand, I turn and run upstairs to the office: This is my chance for a closer look at Case 22.
Even though Mason’s okay with me checking out the Revive files and Cassie tolerates it because she has to, I’m on high alert, feeling like I’m doing something wrong. And yet, I retrace my steps from last night, accessing the recently updated files from the directory.
I glance through the case numbers and open the last one accessed, but it’s Gavin’s, not Case 22. I go back and try again.
My stomach sinks even before my brain realizes what’s happening.
I refresh the screen.
Then I refresh it again.
I navigate to another screen and then back.
Like a hacker on a mission, I work different angles until a door closes downstairs and I snap out of it. I log off and cross the hall to my room, confused.
I know what I saw yesterday.