Billie.
The hot water ran down my skin, washing away the grime, but it couldn't scrub away the weight in my chest. I sighed, pressing my forehead against the shower wall. It was over.
Luna was safe. She'd made it to Cleveland, back home with Mom and Dad. Mom hadn't even told Grandma what happened—probably afraid the shock would be too much for her heart.
I wrapped a towel around myself and grabbed the blow dryer, running it through my hair. The hum of the dryer filled the quiet, drowning out the thoughts still swarming in my head.
The door creaked open, and I didn't even have to look to know who it was.
Lexus.
I turned off the dryer, glancing at him through the mirror. He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching me.
"Thanks," I said, my voice softer than I intended. "For saving me."
