Chapter 3I sproing out of bed a few minutes past five a.m., instantly ready to go, as though someone had mainlined caffeine directly into my bloodstream during the night. Mom always says I’m too impatient to sleep, and she’s not wrong; I like being awake.
Whenever I’d spent the night at Filip’s house when we were kids, Johan and I were always the first ones awake. We would eat breakfast and talk in the early morning hours, and they were some of my favorite moments. Both CM and Johan treated us—all of us, Filip, me, the rest of our friends—as human beings instead of kids; they never talked down to us or treated us like we were lesser. They invited us into their home and always paid attention to us when we wanted it. Always listening, always trying to understand, always offering a sympathet
