The lock clicked open with a sound that made my stomach flutter. Michele stepped back, gesturing for me to exit first, and I hurried into the hallway before he could change his mind. My legs felt shaky, like they might give out any second, but I forced them to keep moving.

We were going to see D. I was actually going to see him again.

The thought made my heart race so fast I thought it might burst right out of my chest. Maybe he'd understand. Maybe he'd find a way to help me. Or maybe... ...