Jo flips on the desk lamp in her mom’s makeshift lab and squints against the light. The darkness is so lovely, but she needs to see what she’s about to do.
The mirror faces the wall with a heavy wood beam leaning against it, securing it to the concrete. Jo crouches under it, pushing up with her legs and lifting the beam with her shoulder. She pivots a few inches, then lets the beam come to rest against the wall itself, freeing the mirror, if only temporarily.
Jo pulls the letter from her pocket as she eases the mirror away from the wall. The mirror’s surface is smooth, reflecting Jo’s old bedroom. But Jo doesn’t waste any time. She reaches through the portal and drops the letter on the floor of her room, then lowers the mirror. . . .
“Wait!” Josie screamed.
The car swerved. “Whoa,” Nick said, both hands firmly gripping the wheel. “What the hell?”
She’d fallen asleep in the car. “Jo,” she said breathlessly.
Nick’s head snapped in her direction. “Did you have another dream?”
“She opened the portal.”
“What?”
“She put a note through.” Josie pounded on the dashboard. “Fuck! Why wasn’t I there?”
It was too much. The portal, her mom. Too much. Josie hung her head in her hands and cried.
FORTY-ONE
4:21 P.M.
“HEY,” NICK SAID SOFTLY. HIS HAND CARESSED her shoulder. “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”
Josie wasn’t sure how long she’d been crying, but apparently Nick had pulled the car off to the side of the road and killed the engine. She looked at him, his face sad and calm, and tried to control herself. After a few moments, her sobs, though still erratic, were less frequent, but she felt weak and helpless.
“If only I’d been there,” she said, wiping tears from her cheek. “I could have—”
“You could have what? Beaten the crap out of Jo?”
Josie smiled. “Maybe.” The thought was appealing.
“But it wouldn’t have done your mom any good. She’d still be in that hospital, and it’s not like you could force Dr. Byrne to go back and clear everything up.”
The boy had a point.
“You said it yourself: your best chance is to replicate the experiment that landed your mom here in the first place.”
Josie nodded. He was right. She knew he was right.
“And I’m going to help.” His eyes swept over to her face, down to her neck, and fixed on something there. The necklace. He shook his head, as if snapping himself out of a dream, and quickly sat up straight. He started the car and pulled back onto the highway. “Let’s see what Jo had to say, huh? Now I’m curious.”
4:40 P.M.
Josie,
I’m sorry about all this.
There’s more going on than you know. Even if I could tell you, I doubt you’d believe me. I’m sure you hate me right now, but believe me when I say I didn’t have a choice.
But maybe I can make it up to you.
I need to find something. I thought it was here, but I don’t know if you noticed all the strange items that were switching back and forth between our worlds for the last couple of weeks? I had been missing a pair of shoes that miraculously reappeared a few days after I’d torn the house apart looking for them. Things like that. Back and forth without any warning.
The thing I’m looking for? That’s what happened to it. I think.
You need to search the house when Teresa and Daddy are gone for a black kitchen canister filled with coffee. Yes, I realize that sounds totally bizarre, but I need that canister.
In twenty-four hours I’ll reopen the portal and then, if you have the canister, we can both go home. Deal?
—Jo
Nick lowered the note to the bed and shook his head. “Yep,” he said. “This totally sounds like Jo.”
“Does it?”
“The tone. The way she tries to make you feel that she’s sharing with you when really she’s playing everything close to the vest. Just like her mom.”
Josie was intrigued. “Yeah?”
“My brother said she was single-minded about her job. Like a sociopath, practically.”
“I noticed,” Josie said with a dry laugh.
“Which made her a good scientist, but a crappy colleague.”
“I can see that.” Dr. Byrne was utterly and completely obsessed with her work. “Do you think she did it? Do you think she’s the one who sabotaged the experiment and was going to sell your brother’s formula to the highest bidder?”
“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Nick said. “I mean, she was cold-blooded enough, clearly hiding something. And you did find the chat transcript in her office. If she was suspicious that someone else was the traitor, wouldn’t she have gone to the authorities? She definitely would not have continued the experiment if she thought it was sabotaged, you know?”
Josie shuddered, thinking about the woman she’d been living with for the past six months. A woman who apparently had no compunction about letting people die in exchange for a hefty payday.
“Jo’s like that too,” Nick continued. “Single-minded. When she decides on something she wants, she doesn’t stop till she gets it.”
Josie smiled. “Like you?”