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only a few blocks away. What else did she have to do right now? It wasn’t like she could bang on Isaac’s
door, begging for him to come back.
She turned onto a quiet road with acres of rolling farmland, tears still stinging her eyes. The stop sign to
Ali’s street came up fast. There was a WATCH CHILDREN sign at the entrance to the neighborhood. Years
ago on a warm, sticky summer night, Ali and Emily had decorated the sign with smiley-face stickers
they’d
bought at a party store. They were all gone now.
Ali’s old house loomed at the end of the street, the Ali shrine a dark, shadowy lump at the curb. Maya’s
family
lived in the house now. A few of the lights were on, including the one in Ali’s old bedroom—Maya’s new
bedroom. As Emily stared up at it, Maya appeared, almost as though she’d known Emily was going to be
there. Emily gasped, shrank away from the window, gripped the steering wheel, and peeled around the
culde-
sac. Once she was in front of Spencer’s driveway, she pulled over, too overcome to go on.
Then she saw a flicker of something to her right. Someone in a white T-shirt was standing in the front
window
of the Cavanaughs’ house.
Emily turned off the headlights. Whoever was in the window was tall and somewhat broad, probably a
guy.
His face was obscured by a large, square-shaped floor lamp. Suddenly, Jenna appeared next to him.
Emily
sucked in her breath. Jenna’s dark hair cascaded down her shoulders. She wore a black T-shirt and plaid
pajama pants. Her dog sat next to her, scratching his neck with his hind leg.
Jenna turned and spoke to the guy. She spoke for a long time, and then he said something back. Jenna
nodded,
listening. The guy waved his arms, as if Jenna could see his gestures. His face was still hidden. Jenna’s
posture got defensive. The guy spoke again, and Jenna lowered her head, as if ashamed. She brushed a
few