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  1. Front Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Contents
  5. Video #1
  6. One
  7. Two
  8. Three
  9. Four
  10. Five
  11. Six
  12. Seven
  13. Eight
  14. Nine
  15. Ten
  16. Eleven
  17. Twelve
  18. Thirteen
  19. Fourteen
  20. Fifteen
  21. Sixteen
  22. Seventeen
  23. Eighteen
  24. Nineteen
  25. Twenty
  26. Twenty-One
  27. Twenty-Two
  28. Twenty-Three
  29. Twenty-Four
  30. Twenty-Five
  31. Twenty-Six
  32. Video #2
  33. Twenty-Seven
  34. Twenty-Eight
  35. Twenty-Nine
  36. Thirty
  37. Thirty-One
  38. Thirty-Two
  39. Thirty-Three
  40. Thirty-Four
  41. Thirty-Five
  42. Thirty-Six
  43. Thirty-Seven
  44. Thirty-Eight
  45. Thirty-Nine
  46. Forty
  47. Forty-One
  48. Forty-Two
  49. Forty-Three
  50. Forty-Four
  51. Forty-Five
  52. Forty-Six
  53. Forty-Seven
  54. Forty-Eight
  55. Forty-Nine
  56. Fifty
  57. Fifty-One
  58. Fifty-Two
  59. Fifty-Three
  60. Fifty-Four
  61. Fifty-Five
  62. Fifty-Six
  63. Fifty-Seven
  64. Fifty-Eight
  65. Fifty-Nine
  66. Sixty
  67. Sixty-One
  68. Sixty-Two
  69. Sixty-Three
  70. Sixty-Four
  71. Sixty-Five
  72. Video #3
  73. Sixty-Six
  74. Sixty-Seven
  75. Sixty-Eight
  76. Sixty-Nine
  77. Seventy
  78. Seventy-One
  79. Seventy-Two
  80. Seventy-Three
  81. Seventy-Four
  82. Seventy-Five
  83. Seventy-Six
  84. Seventy-Seven
  85. Seventy-Eight
  86. Seventy-Nine
  87. Eighty
  88. Eighty-One
  89. Eighty-Two
  90. Eighty-Three
  91. The Final Video
  92. Acknowledgments
  93. About the Author
  95. Back Cover

“Are you going to the vigil?” he asks.

“I guess so. Maybe. Yes.”

“Can we talk there?”

“I don’t know. There are going to be a lot of people.”

“I’ll find you,” he says.

He doesn’t say those words by accident. We used to say that to each other—I’ll find you. When we were younger, we’d make plans to meet and before we’d hang up the phone one of us would say it to the other. It was our way of saying we understood each other so well, we were so in tune with each other’s thoughts, that we’d always manage to track down each other.

Hearing him say that jabs me in the heart. It’s been five years or more since I’d heard those words.

I kind of smile, and I kind of want to cry.

He smiles. Knowingly. He got me. He knows that.

“Okay. At the vigil,” I say.

He nods his head and walks off. He looks so much like the Daniel I used to be friends with that it feels like I’ve gone back in time. Except I haven’t.

Chloe is still gone, and I still don’t know what happened that night.

And tonight, I have to face the crowds at the vigil.

Eleven

The rest of the day passes in a blur. I go to class, but I’m not really there. My mind trips over everything—the looming vigil, the video, Chad’s info about the night of the dance. Basher. Even Daniel. Halfway through the afternoon in physics lab, I realize that having so much to think about has really helped me ignore the stares and the whispered comments.

Between the last two periods of the day, Olivia approaches me in the hall. When she started at Garrett Morgan, she complained—loudly—to anyone who would listen, that I acted like I didn’t know her. Yes, I drove her to school in the morning, but she claimed I practically pushed her out of the car while it was still moving in order to avoid being seen with my tagalong little sister.

It was an exaggeration, of course. But there was some truth in what she said. Mom died when I was fifteen and Livvy was twelve, so Dad asked me to do a lot. I’ve cooked for her, watched over her, walked her to the bus stop, taken her trick-or-treating. And I hoped when she reached high school, she’d blossom a little, come out of her shell and assert her independence.

I didn’t need to worry. Her personality grew like a balloon expanded to its breaking point.