CHAPTER 10
Friday morning
SABRINA:
I remember my first night ever in New York. I slept on a stranger's couch. My second night ever in New York, things weren’t that much different.
But this? This is entirely new for me. Sleeping in a hospital bed.
For a while after my attack at Drew's party, I struggled to keep my eyes open and my brain awake. Now? After almost two days of a hospital stay, I'd sleep on a street if it meant getting out of this bed.
I tell Sophie as much when she calls me late on the morning of my last day.
"Are you ready to go?" she asks on the line as I scramble to collect my belongings.
"Like a bat out of Hell,” I answer. "I'm actually ready to drop dead. I got my lab work back. Turns out I'm not going to die, at least right now, and I'm not looking forward to the
