After what seems like forever, the sound diminishes but is still persistently annoying enough that I follow it through the Fosters’ house. Staggering to the front door, I fumble with the lock before throwing it wide as a delicious blast of cool air washes over me. Gabriel stands on the other side, filling my vision. Something causes him to frown. I try to focus as he sways unsteadily in front of me—or maybe I’m the one off-kilter. “What’re you doing here?” I ask. “Picking you up for school.” “On Saturday?” The thought’s so funny I would laugh out loud… if I wasn’t so tired. “It’s Monday.” Despite the gentleness in his voice, his eyes are severe. They roam over my face in obvious alarm. “Oh. I must’ve been dreaming it was the weekend.” Still trying to wrap my mind around the fact it’s a school day, I step back so Gabriel can come inside. “What time is it?” “Late.” “How late?” “Late enough that I stopped waiting and knocked.” “Okay.
