Without saying a word, Josie’s mom reached out her hand and caressed Josie’s cheek with her fingertips. Her mom had been so distant lately, since before Josie’s parents had separated, cold and closed and work obsessed. It was the first time in months Josie felt an actual sense of connection to her mom. It reminded Josie of a better time, before things had gotten so strained within their family.
Fighting back a lump in her throat, Josie reached out and hugged her mom.
Her mom sank into the embrace, and they held each other for a moment, then without warning, her mom pushed away.
“Mom? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Her face looked pinched as if she was in pain.
“I’m sorry, I—”
“I’m fine,” her mom repeated. Then she spun around and disappeared into her room.
Ugh.
3:59 P.M.
Josie held her breath as the mirror began to ripple.
Finally.
It was finally happening.
She’d get twenty-four hours as Jo—an entire day to put things right with Nick. All she had to do was make the time to let him know that she was there for him, whatever he needed to talk about. If she’d only done that before, maybe Nick wouldn’t have turned to Madison.
Josie squeezed her eyes shut, pushing the image of Nick and Madison from her mind. Instead, she imagined the weight of Nick’s arms around her waist, the pressure of his lips on her own. And what else? Josie’s eyes flew open. She’d never thought to ask Jo how far she and Nick had gone. Whatever. She didn’t care. If she was only going to get one day, she wanted it to be memorable.
As before, as soon as the rippling dissipated, Josie grabbed her backpack and launched herself through the mirror.
“Your hair looks good,” Jo said as soon as Josie landed.
Josie smiled. “Thanks.”
“Daddy’s asleep.” Jo didn’t make any move toward the mirror but stood resolutely in front of it. Like Josie, she carried a bag on her shoulder, though hers was a designer tote bag, not a beat-up school backpack. “And Teresa will be up in a few hours to begin breakfast. I’m usually downstairs at six thirty sharp, so try not to be late.”
“And your mom?” Josie was looking forward to a normal family meal, just like it used to be back home.
Jo tilted her head. “Sleeping,” she said after a pause.
“Okay.” Josie waited for Jo to step through the mirror but still, she hesitated.
“I left you a cheat sheet on my desk. Where to go, who people are. All the details.”
“Me too,” Josie said. “Anything else?”
Jo opened her mouth to say something, then pressed her lips together and shook her head curtly.
Josie’s turn. “Mom’ll be at the lab until late, but she usually texts to say when she’ll be home. I left my phone on the dresser.”
Jo nodded. “Me too.”
“So I guess . . .” Josie’s voice trailed off.
“Yeah.” Jo took a deep breath. “Okay. Here I go.”
She stepped gingerly, like a skater testing the ice on a frozen lake, unsure whether the next step might send her crashing through into the frigid depths below. She stuck her arm into the mirror first, clenching and unclenching her fist as if she was testing the air, then sort of jumped into Josie’s room.
Jo turned and smiled. Which is when Josie remembered the necklace that still hung around Jo’s neck.
Without thinking, Josie shoved her head through the mirror. “The necklace!” Josie said as soon as she emerged into the clear air of her room. She reached out her hand.
“Oh, right.” With painful slowness, Jo removed the necklace and dropped it into Josie’s palm.
Josie pulled back through into Jo’s room and clasped the necklace on right away, then gave Jo the thumbs- up.
Suddenly a look of concern passed over Jo’s face. She grabbed a pen and paper off of Josie’s desk and scribbled something quickly, holding the note up just as the image began to blur.
“Don’t go out—” Josie read out loud, trying to decipher the letters through the rippling mirror.
But that was all she saw. The portal was closed.
NINETEEN
4:02 A.M.
“DON’T GO OUT?” JOSIE REPEATED. CRAP, WHAT had the rest of the note said?
Whatever. It didn’t matter. Josie spun around and assessed Jo’s room. She squinted against the light reflecting off the crisp, white walls. Yikes, why was it always so bright in there? She scanned the room, searching for the light switch, but didn’t find anything.
No light switch? That was weird. There had to be a dozen recessed lights in the ceiling, illuminating every inch of the bedroom. How could there not be a switch to turn them off?
Maybe it was one of those electronic remote-control systems. Fancy. She wished Jo had mentioned it, but whatever. It wasn’t like she was going to get much sleep in the next twenty-four hours anyway.
Twenty-four hours. For an entire day this was all hers. The room, the life, the boyfriend. Josie’s eyes drifted to Jo’s closet. And the clothes!
Josie knew it was shallow, but it was like living a Cinderella makeover scene in a movie when Josie threw open Jo’s closet, exposing the largest wardrobe she’d ever seen. Meticulously organized: shirts, blouses, jackets, skirts, pants, dresses—each arranged by color from left to right.
The shelves above had been custom built as shallow cubbyholes, each holding a single pair of shoes. Heels, sandals, flats, boots—they were all separated by type and color. Well, that was certainly something she and Jo did
Josie started to flip through hangers. She had to find the perfect outfit for today. Something that would be very “Jo.”
One hour and a dozen outfit changes later, Josie settled on the perfect look. A wispy baby-doll dress in a lemon-yellow floral print. It was romantic, whimsical, and brought out the light gold of Josie’s hair in a way none of her dark T-shirts ever had. She added textured ecru tights and tan ankle booties with a bow on the back, and spun around in the mirror.
Perfect.
It was almost five o’clock by the time Josie carefully laid the yellow dress on the back of Jo’s boudoir chair and finished hanging up the rest of the discarded outfits. She hadn’t slept in almost two days and the intensity of the overhead lighting was starting to give her a dull headache. A fruitless search for some kind of media remote only uncovered a half dozen sleep masks in Jo’s nightstand. Crap. She didn’t want to sleep, per se, but she at least wanted to close her eyes for half an hour before she had to head downstairs and start her masquerade.
Oh well; at least she had a sleep mask. That would black out the incessant lights. Josie sat down on the edge of Jo’s bed and pulled the largest mask out of the nightstand drawer.
That’s when she saw it.
Movement in the window.
Josie stared into the darkness of what would have been the backyard at Josie’s house. Inky, impenetrable darkness. The lights from the room made no inroad into the blackness of the night. It was as if the dark swallowed up the light. A black hole from which nothing escaped.
