A strong hand gripped my arm and spun me around. I was face-to-face with Brad. It took me a minute to comprehend what was going on as my two lives overlapped, giving him ample time to speak his mind.

"I don't get it," he snapped, angry and hurt, radiating it like a broadcast signal so even my demon shrank away in guilt. "I try to be your friend, more than your friend and you don't care! I gave up my whole life because of you, Syd, my friends, pissed off my dad, my coach! And ...