Taylor and Finley bought tickets to see Sister Kismet at the Agora Ballroom in Cleveland, but when Finley got sick again, it was clear she wouldn’t be able to go. She died a few weeks before the concert and Taylor forgot all about it, until she found the unused tickets in her desk drawer. But to Vanessa, she just says, “Not yet.”

“They’re amazing live,” Vanessa says. “Hayden’s voice . . . that raspiness . . . well, I don’t have to tell you, right? Sister Kismet is that one band that I want everyone to know about, but at the same time I don’t want them to get so big that everyone knows about them.”

Taylor smiles. “Same.”

They talk about music the whole way to the park, comparing favorite bands, favorite concerts, favorite songs. Taylor is usually the playlist maker, the one who knows first about a band. But a Venn diagram of Vanessa’s tastes and hers would overlap almost completely.

When they arrive at the park, it’s deserted. No Willa. No Campbell.

“What if they got arrested?” she says as she texts her brother.

I’m at the park. Where are you?

“We probably shouldn’t panic yet.” Vanessa hoists herself onto the railing of the entrance to the playground. “Maybe we got here first.”

“True.”

Vanessa takes a pair of headphones from the pocket of her skirt and untangles them. She plugs the jack into her phone and offers one of the earbuds to Taylor. “Have you heard the new Shiri Gray album? It just came out this week.”

Taylor leans against the railing, and Vanessa leans down to share the headphones. Her dark hair is soft against Taylor’s temple. After the first three tracks, neither Willa nor Campbell has shown up yet.

“I’m starting to get a little worried,” Taylor says.

She double-checks her phone, but Cam hasn’t responded. She texts him again.

Are you okay? I’m still at the park.

Taylor watches for the reply bubbles, but they don’t come. She and Vanessa listen to another song, but Taylor zones out, worrying that her brother and Willa are in jail. She has no idea how to get them out, or even if she has enough money for bail. “Maybe we should go back to the party.”

“Sure,” Vanessa says. “Whatever you want.”

They take a more direct route back to the fraternity, but the crowd has thinned to just the guys who live in the house and a handful of guests. Taylor is relieved to see that Skip is not around, but she doesn’t see Willa or Campbell, either. She shows a picture of Willa to the guy who looks the most sober. “Have you seen her?”

He shakes his head. “I wish. She’s hot.”

Taylor rolls her eyes and swipes through her photos until she finds a picture of Cam. “What about him?”

“Nope.”

“Could they have been arrested?”