“What…What does that mean?” I ask, stumbling my way over to her, “Did I put you up to this…Or was it Alexa?”

“Y-yes, err no! No…or ughhh, I really screwed everything up!”

I’m really not sure who to be more upset with — her, or myself. “Riley, I’m sorry. Please, don’t cry,” I say, “Just tell me what’s going on. Did I do something wrong?”

“Nothing’s fine— I-I mean everything is wrong. It’s…Oh, I gotta fix this before it’s too late!”