She was waiting up for me when I got upstairs even though it was well after two in the morning by the time I got home. I laugh her questions off, promising that I’d fill her in the next morning. I was far too tired to even think about my adventures that night, much less tell a story about them. As soon as she lets me go, only after making me really swear that I would spill in the morning, I flop down in bed and curl up for the night after stepping out of my dress. Before dozing off, I remember to grab my purse and check my messages. Logan was probably going to want to talk about Dad’s birthday soon, and I bet the other girls would want to know about my secret date as well. (April and I had agreed to tell them about the date, because it was too much to keep a secret—but we didn’t tell them it was with Romeo. That would’ve been a total train wreck.) As I fumble around for the phone, my fingers brush up against something foreign in my purse. I frown, pulling out the rectangular object that was so soft to the touch.
