Chapters (95)
- Front Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Contents
- Video #1
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Video #2
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
- Sixty-Two
- Sixty-Three
- Sixty-Four
- Sixty-Five
- Video #3
- Sixty-Six
- Sixty-Seven
- Sixty-Eight
- Sixty-Nine
- Seventy
- Seventy-One
- Seventy-Two
- Seventy-Three
- Seventy-Four
- Seventy-Five
- Seventy-Six
- Seventy-Seven
- Seventy-Eight
- Seventy-Nine
- Eighty
- Eighty-One
- Eighty-Two
- Eighty-Three
- The Final Video
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Back Cover
“From reading Chloe’s journal, I know something was wrong in her life, something she felt she couldn’t tell me. She says she wanted to tell me on the night of homecoming, and maybe she did. I can’t remember. But even if she did tell me, I’m guilty. I’m guilty of not doing enough to get her to tell me what was wrong before that night. Whatever was happening, she didn’t feel right telling me. And that’s a failure on my part. If not being able to hear what she had to say meant causing something awful to happen to her, then I’m guilty of that as well. I should have been there for her, and she should have felt safe telling me.”
I clear my throat.
“If she’d done that, then maybe none of this would have happened.”
I feel like I’m finished and reach to turn off the camera, but then something else occurs to me.
“Tomorrow morning is Daniel’s funeral. I can’t go. The police told me it wouldn’t be right, and my dad agrees. I guess I do, too, even though we were once very good friends. But I think all of you should go, especially if you live in town and especially if you go to Garrett Morgan. Daniel’s mother is a single mom, raising him on her own. She doesn’t have a lot of family here and she needs all the support she can get. So please go. For her. And for Daniel.”
I take a deep breath.
“I guess that’s all. So. Yeah, that’s it for now. Maybe for always.”
I turn off the camera.
I really, really want to share the video. I know all the reasons not to: Dad, the police, the school, the town.
But I want to be heard as well. I want my side of the story to get out.
Everyone else is talking about me, and I want to have my say.
But is it worth it? Does anything I’m doing make a difference? Is any of it getting us any closer to finding Chloe?
Depression lands on my shoulders like a shroud.
My finger hovers above the phone, ready to share. But I can’t summon the energy now.
I drop my hand and leave the video unposted.
Sixty-Six
Dad orders pizza, and the three of us eat our half-pepperoni, half-mushroom mostly in silence.
Olivia does her best to cheer us up. She tells a long story about Gabriela’s cousin’s Halloween costume. Gabriela’s cousin is four years old and obsessed with Frozen, so she wants to dress up like Elsa. Her mother had the kid try on the costume just to see if it fit, but then she refused to take it off. She’s been sleeping in it ever since.