Chapter 1

I was born with a terrible sense of direction. Not only do I get lost easily, but I can't tell north from south.

Sasha refused to believe it. She claimed she would cure my "bad habit."

She even dragged Julian, my foster brother, and Ethan, my childhood neighbor, into her "special training."

Once, on a trip, they got off the train early and left me alone at the subway station.

Another time, at the mall, they slipped out of a different exit without saying a word.

They left me wandering like a headless chicken, desperately searching for them.

They called it "helping me find my way."

Today, during dinner, I went to the restroom.

When I came back, all three of them were gone.

Even the table had been completely cleared.

I wanted to call them.

But when I reached into my pocket, I remembered I had handed my phone to Sasha earlier.

I went to the front desk. The hostess handed me a note Sasha had left.

It had only two sentences.

"We've walked this path with you twice. I know you've memorized it by now. Go, Chloe!"

"The three of us are waiting for you at home."

Suddenly, I found this "training" incredibly boring.

Honestly, what's so bad about having a poor sense of direction?

As long as I have Google Maps, I can find my way without anyone else.