Page 124 of UNAwere

You’re welcome.

Maevey

Are you weirded out yet?

Yup.

Me

Nah. They’re pretty into the whole Were thing, but I can dig it.

Maevey

No one says “dig it” anymore, Sybbie.

Me

Maybe I can try bring it back? ‘Cause we’re Weres? And dogs dig holes? So we “dig it”?

Maevey

Cringe.

Me

Fine.

Maevey

I’m gonna hit the hay. I love you.

Me

I love you, too.

Maevey

Goodnight x

I sigh, putting my phone down. I wish I could tell my sister everything, but I don’t want to make her feel even worse than she already does. I know how much it hurt her to watch me go. And I know I’ve been protecting her my entire life and putting my own needs aside, but I can’t break the habit.

I’m not necessarily sure I want to.

An annoying tapping sound interrupts my thoughts.

I lift my head from the pillows, looking over my shoulder at where I closed the blinds over the glass door to the patio. I hold my breath, listening, but all I can hear is the rain outside.

Sighing, I lie back down.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I sit up again, my heart lurching.

‘What…?’

I get to my feet and creep across the floorboards. The rain outside is thundering down, loud on the tin roof. I make it to the blinds, gripping my phone in my hand, ready to either use it as a weapon or a way to call the police.

A phone to the face would hurt, right? Better than a fist? Can I use my phone as my fist?