“When will you be—”
But he held a finger to his lips.
“I’m not going to tell you when,” he whispered. “Because I know you, and you’ll start counting. No counting, Rain. No worrying.”
I nodded OK, but I was 98 percent certain that I couldn’t keep that promise, because counting is what I do when I want to erase my brain, and I didn’t want to think of all the scary things that could happen when you break a rule like curfew.