Darby hogged my bed again last night, but that wasn't the reason I didn't sleep. The bite on my arm itched like crazy, so I'd finally slapped a band aid over it, hoping that would prevent me from ripping my skin off. On top of that and everything else, I couldn't reach Tram to tell him about Sarah's visit. I'd touched every tree on the street that morning, but he never came.

"Dad," I said when he dragged himself into the kitchen in a t-shirt and boxers, "both my bike tires ...