RUBY POV

I hear my mom talking to someone and I throw back the covers on my bed. Goosebumps immediately pop on my bare arms and legs, and the room sways out from under me like I’m drunk. I didn’t even have a drink last night. At least, I don’t think I did. It’s all a bit vague, but I’m still left with the lingering sense of uneasiness that I haven’t been able to shake since I first called Karl Weiss.