“You know you can block people,” Amelia once told Whitney when a guy she’d gone out on one date with wouldn’t leave her alone.

“You can?”

“Of course,” she said. “You can also hide your posts from certain people if you don’t want to completely unfriend them.”

Amelia wouldn’t hide her posts from her, would she? Whitney bit her lip, thinking about how distant her daughter had been lately. She wished she could get into Amelia’s account, rather than only seeing it from hers. Sitting up straighter, she logged out of her account.

Using Amelia’s email address as the username, she brainstormed several passcodes. In the past, Amelia always used her own name, the first letter of her last name and the number one: AmeliaC1. When that didn’t work, she tried it with a lower case c. Still locked out, she attempted to use Amelia’s birth date. But that wasn’t it either. She only had one more chance. Tenting her fingers, she thought harder. Years ago, she’d helped Amelia set up an email for school. What had her password been back then?

Ah, yes.

Swimmergirl123

Great. Now she was locked out.

Blowing out a frustrated breath, Whitney signed back into her own account. That’s when she saw Becca’s picture, and felt a modicum of hope.

With a shaky hand, she pulled out her phone and clicked on Becca’s contact information. It rang a few times before the familiar voice came on the line.

“Hello?”

“Becca, hi. It’s Whitney...uh...Amelia’s mom.”

“Oh...hi.” She paused. Whitney heard sounds in the background she couldn’t decipher—chatter, shuffling, dishes clanging, maybe. “What’s up?”

“Amelia’s not with you, is she?” Whitney held her breath, willing her to say yes.

“No,” she said. “Why?”

Whitney’s heart dipped. She glanced at Natalie, who watched intently, gnawing on her nails, brows furrowed. “She went to Lauren’s last night and hasn’t come home. She’s not answering her phone or texts.” A thought struck. “Hey, you wouldn’t happen to know Lauren’s phone number, would you?”

“Lauren who?”

“Lauren...um...” God, did she really not know Lauren’s last name? Why hadn’t she ever asked for that information?

“I promise to always keep you safe.” The baby’s large eyes stared up at her, unblinking.

Swallowing hard, she said, “I...um...I don’t know her last name. But Amelia’s been hanging out with her a lot. She’s in your grade, I think. Wait...no, probably not. She’s seventeen, so maybe one grade up. Dark hair, pale skin.”