Sophia POV"Okay, Sophia." I drop my bag on the bed, pull Dr. Born's envelope from my coat, and prop it against the desk lamp where I can see it. "Three months. Let's go."I signed myself out of the hospital an hour ago over a nurse's loud objections, and I don't regret it for a second. For the first time in years, my hands are shaking because I'm eager and not because I'm afraid.First, the desk has to be cleared, and the shelves, and the corners I've been ignoring for weeks. I drag a trash bag from under the sink and start sweeping things off the bookcase, a stack of old receipts, a dead planter, a pair of matching mugs from the Regis weekend that I somehow never threw out."Why are you still here?" I mutter at the mugs, and drop them into the bag. The couple's keychain goes next, then the framed photograph, then Julian's gray hoodie still hanging on the chair.I'm reaching for the hoodie when three flat, heavy knocks hit the door, and I know exactly whose knuckles they are."Sophia
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