I wake slowly, awareness creeping in gradually. Sunlight filters through sheer curtains, landing in dappled patches on my bedspread. For a moment I'm disoriented, unsure of where or even who I am. Then it comes flooding back - the ritual, the blinding light, Caleb's last words to me.
I bolt upright, heart racing. My room looks the same, yet different. Subtle details catch my eye - the painting above my dresser is one I've never seen before, my bedspread a slightly different pattern and color.
I rush to the window and stare out in shock. The big oak tree that stood right outside my window for as long as I can remember is simply gone.
My phone vibrates with an incoming text. I glance down, not recognizing the number. My heart leaps as I read the message.
"Emma, it's Lila! Meet me at the
