I woke up to the sense of someone standing over me at the edge of the bed.

“Liam?” I mumbled, my eyes still shut. “Why are you hovering like a creep?”

A familiar laugh answered. My eyes flew open.

“Lisa?”

I blinked, shut them again, then peeked, convinced I was dreaming. She was still there. By the third time, I gave up and screamed, throwing myself at her.

She yelped as I hugged her tight. “You’re not dreaming, Emily.”

I pulled back, still breathless. “How? You ...