Thirty-Two:
Cecelia Porter
Someone was throwing rocks at our window. It was the middle of the night, and I had woken up to the sound of rocks skittering across glass. Vivian, from her bed, let out a groan.
“Make it stop.”
“How do you know it’s for me?” I demanded.
She sat up in bed and glared at me. Even in the dark, it was still withering. “My boyfriend is in another country. You’re the only one with a love interest who is stupid enough to throw rocks at your window.”
Scowling, I got up and went to the window. Opening it up, I found Victor standing outside.
“Cecelia, are you up?” Victor asked.
“I’m up now,” I said, “because you woke me. What do you want?”
“I found something.”
I glowered. “What could you possibly have found that is so important that you wanted to wak
