Revived (Cat Patrick)

Sunday night, I check my email.
    There’s nothing from Matt.
    I start a movie, but it’s a romantic comedy, and all it does is make me see how unfunny my life is. I turn it off and climb into bed hoping tomorrow will be a better day. Before I turn out the lights, I text Megan.
Daisy: Crap week. Can’t wait to hang out.

Megan: Always here for you. Get some sleep and we’ll fix it tomorrow.

Daisy: Love you

Megan: Love you more

    In the morning, Mason is reading an email on his phone when I join him and Cassie in the lobby. He frowns at the text on the screen, and then shows it to Cassie.
    “Interesting,” she says as we walk to the car.
    “To say the least,” Mason mutters.
    When we’re all buckled in, I ask what’s going on.
    “God seems to be starting another lab.”
    “Why?” I ask. “Isn’t the one in Virginia doing well?”
    “It is,” Mason says. “It was custom made for the program in its current iteration. The only reason I can think that he’d want another one is…” His voice trails off, like he’s considering his words.
    “What?” I ask.
    Cassie lets out her breath sharply. Sometimes I think she gets annoyed by how much Mason shares with me. But Mason tells me anyway.
    “Expansion.”
    I’m still wondering what Mason meant when Cassie knocks twice on the Holloways’ door. When Megan’s mom, Alicia, flings it open, I jump in front of my parental figures to hug her. The apartment smells like the world’s best banana muffins, and instantly, I’m calmer.
    They’re halcyon muffins.
    I smile at the thought of the SAT word, thinking that Matt would laugh. Then I remember our fight and eject him from my thoughts.
    “Come in,” Alicia says to the three of us. “How are you?”
    She’s one of those people who are so joyful that you fall in love with her instantly. Mason beams at her—sometimes I think he has a little crush—and even Cassie reciprocates when Alicia gives her a quick side hug.
    “Now, where’s that Megan?” Alicia says, looking around the open-air loft.
    “Did I hear my name?” calls a lowish voice, and Megan rounds the corner from behind one of the few interior walls in the apartment. In a flowery dress, with enviable white-blond locks and the thickest eyelashes I’ve ever seen, my soul sister–born a brother is beautiful. I stifle a laugh as she overplays a silly, sexy walk; she reminds me of a Slinky. I rush her and crush her with a hug.
    “Hi,” I say into her pretty hair.
    “Hi,” she says, squeezing me back. “How’s my girl?”
    “Okay,” I say, holding on. Megan’s strong embrace reminds me a little of Matt’s, and tears pop into my eyes. Suddenly I’m crying and laughing at the same time.
    Megan lets go and steps back to examine me.
    “I’d say we have some catching up to do.”
    I grin, so glad to be here.

twenty-six
    After Megan’s first day of testing, she and I stroll through Pike Place Market. Having lived mostly in smaller cities, I experience a bit of sensory overload surrounded by the crowd, but I love it. Megan and I have a tradition of buying salted caramels from Fran’s, watching the fish throwers until it gets boring, then eating crab cakes at one of the restaurants that overlook the water.
    “Can we skip the crab cakes tonight?” I ask as we turn away from the fresh catch. “I feel a little sick.”
    Megan grabs my hand and pulls me out of the market toward the city. We walk the block and a half to Starbucks and don’t speak until we’re both armed with caffeine and seated at a cozy table by the window.
    “You’ve never passed up a crab cake in your life,” Megan says. “What’s going on?”
    “Matt asked me to steal Revive for Audrey,” I say.
    Megan’s jaw drops in shock. “No.”
    “Yes.”
    “Are you going to do it?”
    “Megan, WHAT?” I ask.
    She shrugs. “I mean, why not?”
    “Um, it’s seriously against the rules? I could get in major trouble. Like jail time.”
    “They’d never do that,” Megan says, sipping her latte. “They’d be too afraid you’d rat out the whole program.”
    “I never thought of it like that,” I admit.
    “Listen, Daisy, I’m not knocking Revive or what it gave me and my mom. In fact, I’m grateful. But that doesn’t mean I have to let them brainwash me into thinking that every little move they make is right. It doesn’t mean I have to let them control me.” She holds my gaze for a few seconds. “You shouldn’t let them control you, either.”
    “So,