134 Chapter 134

Thursday morning, I was dressed in shorts and a T-shirt my grandma had given me for my birthday last year that had a picture of a unicorn on it reading a book that said, "The Last Human," which I thought was hilarious. My grandma really was pretty cool. I couldn't sit still, though. I was pacing the living room while my mom went about her normal routine of cleaning everything. I must've been driving her nuts because she finally looked over at me from the shelf she'd been dusting across the room and shouted, "Cassidy Elizabeth! Sit down!"

"Sorry," I said. She laughed, though, so I guess she wasn't really mad. Just teasing.

"Did you drink coffee again?" she asked, moving on to the hutch.

I remembered trying it once before, when Elliott was here, actually, and I was trying to be a mature young adult instead of an awkward adolescent. "No," I muttered, my mood going from anxious to somber almost instantly. "I'm just nervous."