(Aurora's POV)
I had a bad feeling the moment I stepped out the door.
I couldn't explain it. Nothing was wrong. The morning was clear, Phineas's car was waiting at the curb, and I had my bag over my shoulder and my phone in my pocket. Everything was fine.
I got in anyway, and we pulled into traffic.
"Can I ask you something?" I said.
Phineas glanced at me. "Go ahead."
"Do you ever get that feeling - like something's about to go wrong, but you can't point to anything specific? Just this low-level dread sitting in your chest?"
He considered this for a moment. Then he reached over and took my hand.
"No," he said.
"That's not helpful."
"Nothing bad is going to happen." His thumb moved in slow circles across the back of my hand. I looked down at it - at the faint roughness along his f
