"Pretty much constantly," Sam said, pulling out a bandage and unwinding it from its neat, little coil. "Although, to be real, I probably hurt myself more often sneaking out of my window than running. My room was right over the garage. I could crawl out onto the roof and take a drainpipe down."

The funny thing was, she wasn't entirely sure it had been necessary. She could probably have waltzed right out the front door and no one would have stopped her. Teenage rebellion. Mostly just a rite of passage she'd felt the need to go through.

She set to work wrapping Wanda's ankle. Sense memory immediately took over and she felt like she was back in Lake Forest again.