Even the bandage on my wrist was in place as it had been when I went to sleep. Noting the old blood that had seeped through, I stripped it off and to my horror found ... nothing. No cut, no mark, not a scar or even a faint line. I clamped my other hand over the area so I wouldn’t have to look at the proof. “Proof of what?” I whispered to myself. “That I’m crazy?” “Bixby!” my dad bellowed up the stairs, interrupting my panic. “We’re leaving in five minutes; your grandma is already down here.” “‘Kay,” I tried to respond normally, but my voice came out a squeak. I splashed water on my face, brushed my teeth and threw my hair into the messiest ponytail ever. I was sure my dad wouldn’t notice anything wrong and I hoped to be calm by the time we got to Linc, but to myself I looked crazed. I curled up in the backseat as Dad drove us back to the hospital but the thought of seeing Linc again after thinking him gone forever couldn’t keep my mood dark. “Now, Bixby,”
