"Maybe not today," Nico said. "But next year? Five years after that?? Maybe the groundwork's already laid and I need just the right kind of bad day to decide everything needs to burn. Maybe I just need the right person to end up in my power. The right excuse."

Maybe it had already happened. She wrapped her blanket more tightly around herself.

"It's my head. I get to choose what risks I take with it."