Spencer groaned and flopped onto her bed, head first, listening to the loud roar of Ashley’s bike growing fainter into the night. After a while, she decided that yes, she needed oxygen to live and she wanted to live, especially if she wanted to see Ashley again. Spencer took Ashley’s refusal as a personal challenge. After all, she was Spencer Carlin. And whatever Spencer Carlin wants, Spencer Carlin gets.

But for the meantime, Ashley was right. God did give her fingers for a reason.