I must have been way more tired than I thought because the next thing I remembered was my mom leaning over me, worry plain.

She was about to be very unhappy.

"Syd," she helped me sit up, my comforter collapsing around me as I rubbed the blur from my eyes. "What happened?"

I could tell from her stricken look she already knew her wards were gone.

"Not sure," I answered, getting up from the floor and gathering up my pillow and quilt. "But Gram's safe and ...