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he next morning, my phone buzzes with a text, waking me up. I glance at my alarm clock and realize I’m running late for school. Rollins will be here to pick me up any minute.

I peek at my phone. The text is from Rollins.

U AWAKE?

My thumbs fly over the keypad as I respond.

YEAH. BE READY IN 10.

Rollins texts back that he’ll see me soon. I pull on some jeans and slide the phone into my back pocket before heading downstairs. I find my father sitting at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper.

“How are you feeling?” he asks. “Do you have whiplash? Feel like you want to see a doctor?”

I grin. “I’m seeing one right now, silly.”

The anxiety in his eyes melts away, and he snorts. “Ha. But really. How does your head feel? Any dizziness? Nausea?”

Patting my father’s hand reassuringly, I say, “I’m fine. Promise.”

I sit down at the table, and my father pushes a glass of orange juice my way. I drink half of it in one long gulp.

“Well, I’m glad you’re okay. I know you don’t want to go to a doctor, but if this is a new symptom, we should really get you checked out. We can’t have you sleepdriving at night. You could have been killed.”

Sleepdriving. Is that even a thing?

“I seriously think it was a fluke, Dad. But if it makes you feel better, you can lock me in my room at night.”

He rolls his eyes. “I might take you up on that. Now can you tell me where I might find my car?”

“It’s a little off Highway 6. About five miles south of town,” I say, remembering the road signs I encountered on my hike.

“Ugggggggggggggggggggggggh.” My sister shuffles into the room, looking even more disheveled than I feel this morning. She must have been having nightmares about dead girls again. “Thank God it’s Friday.” Mattie grabs a coffee cup and fills it to the brim. I look on with envy. Perhaps I could have just a little caffeine to get through today. I’m operating on about three hours of sleep.

But before I have a chance to act on my impulse, I hear a car pull into our driveway, the radio so loud I can hear the opening notes of a Chevelle song from where I sit.

“Rollins is here,” I tell my dad. I gulp the rest of my orange juice and stand up. “Are you riding with us today?” I ask Mattie.

She nods and takes another sip of coffee before dumping the rest down the sink. Something in me dies a little as I watch the black deliciousness swirl down the drain.

“You sure you’re okay, Vee?” my dad asks.

“Yeah. Totally fine. If I start to feel sick, I’ll go to the nurse. Okay?”

Reluctantly, he agrees. I swoop down to give him a quick kiss and then dart out the door with Mattie following close behind.

Rollins doesn’t even wait for me to fasten my seat belt before he starts in on me. “How are you this morning, Vee? Are you sure you should go to school?”

Mattie drops into the seat behind me. “Dude, why is everyone so concerned about you today?”

Rollins throws me a curious glance. “You didn’t tell her?”

I shrug. “It’s not a big deal.”

“What’s not a big deal?” Mattie asks. In the rearview mirror, I see her checking her cell phone. She’s obviously very worried about my well-being.

“Oh, nothing. I just totaled Dad’s car in the middle of the night.”

I probably shouldn’t get so much satisfaction from the shocked look my sister gives me. “What? How did that happen? Are you okay?”

Feeling sort of bad for springing my accident on Mattie, I turn around to face her. “Calm down, Matt. Look at me. I’m all in one piece.” I make a split-second decision not to tell her about the whole driving-while-sleeping thing and the bizarre encounter with the woman, because she looks so alarmed already. At least, I’ll stay quiet for now. “Don’t worry. It’s no big deal.”

When I turn to face the front, Rollins gives me a questioning look. I mouth the word later at him and then fiddle with the radio. He growls and swats my hand away. Melting back into my seat, I welcome the normalcy of the scene. Rollins, rocking out behind the wheel. Mattie, in the back, scrutinizing a text message on her phone.

Then there’s me, wondering if there was someone else in my head last night.

An impostor.