3
I should have gone to the training center, or to the elder council room to apologize for missing my morning duties, but after sleeping in someone else’s bed, being in the same clothes for twenty-four hours, and bumping into Kizzy on the street, I felt icky. In desperate need of a bath, I went straight home.
“Mom?” I called out once I stepped inside and locked the front door.
“In the kitchen!”
I walked past the foyer, down the hallway, and through the kitchen’s archway, and stopped in my tracks.
“Ellie? What are you doing here?”
My best friend stood from the stool she had been sitting on and rushed to me. “I just missed you.” She embraced me.
I returned her embrace. “But …” I frowned. “It’s Tuesday. Don’t you have classes?” I pulled back and narrowed my eyes at her. “You’re not her
