Instead I slipped it into a folder, because one day she might want to see how much had changed.

PART 6

The next morning, Brooke called.

My younger sister spoke rapidly, as though she could outrun whatever I was about to say.

“Mom’s devastated.

Dad says you left Christmas dinner and accused them of something awful.

Paisley cried because Chloe disappeared without saying goodbye.

Can we please act like adults for five minutes?”