I've been turning Bea’s card over in my hands for twenty minutes, unable to decide if I'm going to call her or not. Cass has a night class today, so I’m on my own. The indecision feels miserable. I don’t know what I want to do anymore. Bea is the only one who can give me an answer about the tea; she made it after all. Ezra seemed truly shocked when I spoke to him yesterday. A small part of me regrets sending him away, but I did need the evening to rest and try to recover. ...