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me go to the bathroom and splash some water on my face.” Finn’s face reads of worry and concern.
    “Promise me you won’t go sneaking off.” I nod my head and walk toward the bathroom. In the hallway I pass the horseshoe tournament plaque with Lawson’s name at the top along with a different girl for each of the last three years. Then, right before the bathroom, I see a line of old pictures from Tremont Lodge. The first few pictures are of this restaurant, proving the theory that this was once a bustling hub of activity and joy. I look closer, trying to read the faces of the happy guests and trying to understand why they no longer use the restaurant with the great view of the valley below. Then I see something in one of the pictures that sets panic on fire within my chest. It seizes hold of my body as a sensation of falling overwhelms me.
    “What if we throw water in her face?” I hear a distant voice that keeps getting louder.
    “That’s just what they do in the movies.”
    “Well, you have to do something, Finn.”
    “REESE! WAKE UP!” Someone shakes my shoulders, and I blink my eyes wide open.
    “Thank goodness.” It’s Bree, and she is crouching over me with a panicked look on her face.
    “What happened?” I ask.
    “You tell us,” says Finn, who helps me to a sitting position. “Did you even make it to the bathroom?” he asks.
    “The bathroom?” Then I remember, and I look up from the floor to the pictures that hang on the wall above us. Bree follows my gaze.
    “What is it, Reese?” she says. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
    “I think I did,” I whisper. If a hundred rocks were being thrown at me right now, they couldn’t cause more pain than what I’m feeling in my head. I try to stand up but feel the energy drained from my legs. Finn bends over my feet and takes off my wedge sandals.
    “Maybe heels weren’t a great idea,” he says.
    “You should have seen the shoes Tinley wanted me to wear,” I say.
    “I could only imagine,” he grins. Then he turns to Bree. “I’ll make sure Reese gets back to her room. Thanks for getting me when you found her.”
    “Are you sure you don’t need help?”
    “I’m sure.”
    “Reese?” she says.
    “Bree, go. This is all so stupid. I never should have involved any of you in my mess. Just go. Have fun. I’ll see you on the elevator in the morning.” She smiles, nods her head, and leaves us sitting against the wall in the hallway to the bathroom. People pass by with odd looks, but I don’t really care. I’ve just found the first proof that I’ve been seeking—that I’ve been to this restaurant before. But now what?
    “Let’s try getting you up again, okay?” asks Finn. He puts an arm under my elbow and gently stands up. I brace my hand against the other wall. The pounding in my head rattles around before settling into a dull ache behind my right temple. I stare past Finn to the picture on the wall behind him. “Tell me.” He whispers in my ear, so close that I shiver involuntarily and goosebumps pop out on my arm. I shake my head no. “Please, Reese.” I squeeze my eyes tight because I don’t want to start crying.
    “You wouldn’t understand. Hell, I don’t even understand.”
    “Try me.” When I open my eyes, Finn is leaning over me with one hand on the wall behind me and the other on my waist. His breath is fruity, like he’s been drinking my lemonade. I point to the wall behind him. He takes his hand off my waist and turns around to look at the picture.
    In the picture, the restaurant is packed. There are people in every booth and at every table. The spaces between are filled with wait staff to cater to the guests.  A band is playing on a small stage in the center of the room—a singer, a guitar player, a keyboardist, and a drummer. If guests aren’t eating, they are watching the band…or watching the little girl who is dancing to the band in the only open space in the restaurant, right in front of the