One of these days, Dr. McBride told her, she was going to learn how to chill out. Sarah kind of liked that her therapist put it that way instead of something like, someday she'd learn how to control her unspecified anxiety disorder, which would have just made her feel even more fucked up. That, she didn't need any help with.

"I forgot to text," Sarah said against Heather's hair before she leaned back. "Ty and I were making each other homicidal, so I figured I'd better get out before one of us had to call our parents with the bad news." She really wished Ollie wasn't floating in the middle of the Pacific, though. He was almost as good at defusing the two of them as Izak was.

"Sorry," she added after a second, rolling her suitcase up against a wall out of the way and leaning down to scratch Tasha's ears. "I should have called more."