I do, and come up dry. “No dice.”

“Don’t be nervous,” Josh says. “I’m sure you have it. Everybody check your seats.”

“Let’s just call her,” Brecken says.

I sigh. “My phone is on silent.”

“It’ll still light up,” Harper says. “Give me your number.”

I do, and she calls as promised. Of course, it doesn’t light up. My panic ratchets into something spectacular. I can’t lose my phone. Not out here. Not with a bunch of strangers and not with my mom at home, possibly losing her mind.

I have to find my phone.

Everyone is searching, between the seats and inside pockets. There’s nothing. It’s a rental car, so it’s not like there’s much to rifle through.

“Something is going on,” Harper says. “My wallet and her phone?”

“And my book,” Josh adds.

“This isn’t normal,” I agree. “We haven’t gone anywhere. We couldn’t have lost all of these things.”

“And yet…” Kayla trails off with a chuckle.

“It’s not funny,” Josh snaps.

“Come to think of it, you’ve been pretty quiet through all this,” Brecken says.

Kayla’s eyes narrow to slits. “I’m not the only one who hasn’t lost anything, rich boy, so don’t start with me.”

“Both of you need to knock it off,” Harper says.

“She’s right,” Josh agrees. “Maybe we should check outside? Could you have dropped it running around with Brecken?”

I perk up. “Good point!”

“We should check under the car and near the doors, too,” Josh says. “Maybe it fell out of your pocket.”

We all make our way into the snow, forming a circle around the car, inching our way out around it. I search every inch of my path down the campground driveway, stepping directly in my own footprints on the way there and back. It’s nowhere.

Brecken checks his path, too, which feels stupid, but I’m desperate. I’m at the place where you look for car keys in the fridge. It has to be somewhere.

“Any luck?” Harper says, appearing at the top of the driveway.

Brecken shakes his head.

I take a breath and a strangled noise comes out when I release it. “Oh my God, it’s really gone. I must have left it at the station.”

“Don’t say that,” Josh says, leaning heavily on his crutches. “It has to be here. Let’s check the car again, okay?”

“We need to go,” Brecken says. “This sucks, but it’s just a phone. You can use mine if you need to call anyone.”

Harper touches my arm again, leaning in. “I know this is scary, but I promise I’ll take care of you. You can call from my phone whenever you need.”

“Yay, we’re a giant support group,” Kayla deadpans. “Can we go now? I’m freezing.”