Aprilynne Pike

Sleep No More


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      To the survivors of Newtown

      Table of Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Dedication

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       Chapter Nineteen

       Chapter Twenty

       Chapter Twenty-One

       Chapter Twenty-Two

       Chapter Twenty-Three

       Chapter Twenty-Four

       Chapter Twenty-Five

       Chapter Twenty-Six

       Chapter Twenty-Seven

       Chapter Twenty-Eight

       Chapter Twenty-Nine

       Chapter Thirty

       Chapter Thirty-One

       Chapter Thirty-Two

       Chapter Thirty-Three

       Chapter Thirty-Four

       Acknowledgments

       Also by Aprilynne Pike

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

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      I sit on the itchy couch and stare at Mommy’s eyes, wishing for them to open. Everyone tells me she’s going to wake up, but it’s been two days. Aunt Sierra promised and the doctor said so.

      But Daddy’s not coming back. Ever.

      In my vision, it was Sierra who died. I was just trying to stop that.

      But things didn’t happen like I thought.

      Sierra’s alive. And Daddy’s not.

      A lady came in to talk to her. They’ve been outside in the hall for a long time. I look at Mommy and then slide down from the couch and sneak to the door. They’re quiet, but if I put my ear right where the door isn’t quite closed, I can hear them.

      “It was supposed to be me,” my aunt says in an angry whisper, and my stomach starts to hurt. I didn’t want her to know. Now she’ll figure out I changed things.

      “You?”

      “Yes, it was supposed to be me and I did nothing. Give me some credit.”

      “Then who?” the other lady asks.

      I cross my fingers, but Sierra still tells on me. “It must have been Charlotte. It would’ve terrified her.”

      “You know how severe of an infraction this is,” the lady says, and I don’t know what infraction means, but her voice doesn’t sound like it’s something good.

      “She’s six!”

      “She broke the rules,” the woman says. “You’re one of us, Sierra. And hopefully someday that girl will be as well. But only if you get her under control.”

      “I’ve been working with her since she was three!” Sierra argues.

      “Then you’re going to have to work harder, aren’t you?”

      Sierra says something but it’s so quiet I can’t understand her. Then I hear the loud click of high heels. The lady’s going away. Sierra’s coming back.

      I run across the slippery floor and jump onto the couch again just as Sierra pushes the door open and pokes her head in. “Hey, sweetheart,” she says. “Are you hungry?”

      I’m