Throwing the money that Talia had given me for cab fare at the bewildered taxi driver, I sprinted up the stairs to my apartment and tore the ruined dress off, kicking it into a corner before showering and slipping into my coziest fleece pajamas.

"Pri?" I whispered, pushing her door open. Careful not to trip on the dark lumps on her floor that were probably shoes, I sat down her bed.

She yawned, cracking a bleary eye open. "What time is it?"

"Really late or really ...