Cassie noticed the men, frowned, and said, “Let’s go into my room.”
We walked upstairs. I couldn’t help but remember other times I’d been inside, most of them during the summer before we’d reformed the League. Cassie had been on bed rest after the treatments that activated her powers. I hadn’t known it at the time. I’d just thought she was sick.
I’d helped her gather everyone for movie nights while wondering if she’d make it through the summer.
Even then it hadn’t been a cluttered house. It always felt clean and orderly, but a little like a hotel. Her mom commuted to Washington D.C. a lot and had hired people to keep it clean.
Sure, her cover as a realtor had never been blown, but I’d always wondered if adding a little mess to the house might have helped.