I'd never tossed and turned so much in my life. My nerves had to be translucent since they'd stretched themselves near the snapping point. At around five in the morning, I gave up. There were other battles I wanted to fight, and sleep was not one of them. I tiptoed to the kitchen and took a can of carbonated breakfast from the refrigerator. The sweet fizz slid down my throat but did little to clear my head.

I tugged at the long sleeve of my t-shirt to keep the Three tattoo ...