Emma kept her expression serene, but her mind was still replaying the moment in the bathroom over and over. The sting, the blood, the nothing.

If she was lucky, maybe she’d dreamed of it. If she wasn’t…

Well, she wasn’t sure what the “if she wasn’t” part meant yet.

By lunch, she had almost convinced herself to shove it into the mental junk drawer labeled “Weird Crap To Deal With Later."

But then she caught sight of Vanessa walking past her office, all ...