Chapters (47)
- Half Title
- Dedication
- Title Page
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Acknowledgments
“You think?” Her eyes narrow as she pushes off the door frame. I think she’s going to leave, but she takes one step into the bedroom and tilts forward. I find myself leaning toward her as well, waiting to hear what she’s going to tell me. Maybe she’ll give me the inside scoop on living with Craig and Paula.
She shakes her head back and forth as she examines me up and down. “I wish you were never found.”
And with that, she turns on her heels. I jump as she slams her bedroom door shut.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter
TWENTY-NINE
Sarah’s words echo in my head as I lie in bed. It’s not even ten o’clock, but after everybody left, I claimed exhaustion and got into bed. I had at first turned the TV on and was overwhelmed by how many channels they have. I came across The Empire Strikes Back, one of the Star Wars movies Dad and I always watched on my birthday, and had to shut off the TV.
I’ve been staring at the darkened ceiling ever since.
I have no idea what to do about Sarah, because I agree with her 100 percent. If I hadn’t been discovered, I would be in Valley Falls right now, having Thursday game night with Dad. Instead I’m in a strange house in an unfamiliar bed.
I turn over on my side and see the glow of the hallway light outlining the bedroom door. On the other side: a half sister who resents me and a mother I don’t know.
I grab my cell phone from my bedside table and turn it on. I need my best friend right now. It’s been a little over twelve hours since I last saw her, but it feels like months.
Greetings from Florida, I type.
My phone rings a few seconds later, and Marian’s name appears on my small screen.
“Hey,” I say.
“Are you okay? We are so worried about you. How are things? How is the home? How is everybody? We miss you so much.” She’s speaking so fast I don’t have a chance to answer. Which is good, since I don’t know if I can even speak. I wipe away the tears that have plopped onto my pillow.
“It’s been hard,” I admit. “Really hard.”
“Oh, Ally.” There’s a tremor in her voice. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what to say. I want you here.”