I was in a library or an office—somewhere someone was typing on a computer. I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids were heavy. I snuggled into my pillow and settled back into my weird dream. “Hey. Jade. Wake up.” At first when I heard the voice it didn’t totally register. I thought it was part of my dream. “Jade.” The combination of my name coupled with the feel of a hand on my leg jarred me awake. Goose bumps popped out on my skin as fear seized me. “Jade.” My heart was pounding a mile a minute, but I quickly made sense of what was going on. Katrina was in my room. I rolled over, squinting as I faced her. The light in my room was blinding. “Kat?” I said, my voice groggy. And in the next instant I felt a spasm of panic. “Is everything okay?” “You need to go to Mexico.” I blinked, not sure I’d heard her correctly. “What?” “You need to go to Mexico,” she repeated. Maybe I was dreaming, because this made no sense. But I didn’t feel as though I were sleeping.
