“Me too.” While Whitney hung up, Natalie sat on the recliner, one eyebrow cocked. “Hey, can you send me that screenshot?” Whitney asked her. “I’m gonna shoot it off to Becca.”

Natalie did as instructed, then Whitney sent the text.

“Have you ever heard of a Finsta account?” she asked Natalie.

“Yeah, Kayla had one of those. I think most kids do.”

“Did she let you follow it?”

Natalie shook her head. “No, I think that would defeat the point of it.”

“And it didn’t bother you?”

“I mean, a little, I guess. But it is what it is.”

Whitney had no idea how Natalie could be so nonchalant about this kind of stuff. Holding up the screen of her phone, she displayed Amelia’s page. The one she was allowed to follow. “Check this out. All of her photos with Lauren are missing.”

Natalie’s eyebrows knit together. “That’s weird.”

“Really weird,” Whitney agreed.

“Have you checked her Snapchat?”

“Earlier.” Whitney went into it again. Still nothing new. “She hasn’t posted anything in the last twenty-four hours.” She paused. “At least, that I can see.” Whitney was no longer sure what Amelia was sharing with others behind Whitney’s back. “I don’t think Becca’s being honest. Says she’s never seen Amelia with Lauren in real life. I mean, they’ve been attached at the hip for weeks. She also said she’s never seen Amelia with a guy, but clearly, she’s been hanging out with one.”

Natalie’s shoulders bobbed up and down. “Well, you know kids. They have a code. No one wants to be known as a snitch.”

“True.” Whitney knew better than anyone how easy it was to lie. “But if I can’t trust Amelia’s friends, how am I gonna find her?”

“You won’t need to. I’m telling you. She’s going to walk in the door any minute.”

Whitney glanced at the front door, willing Natalie’s words to be true. “If that’s true, then why did she shut off her phone?”

“Maybe she forgot her charger.”

Whitney blinked. Amelia was forgetful. In first grade, she left her lunch at home so often that Whitney filled her account up with money and made her buy the rest of the year. And she almost flunked PE in middle school for neglecting to bring her uniform back to school after taking it home to be washed. The only thing she never forgot was her swim bag. Probably because swim team had always been a priority for her.

After going into her room, she did a quick scan of the floor, then eyed the outlets. Empty. Next, she went around to the side of the bed closest to the wall where she normally plugged in her phone. Not there either. Her heart pounded.

“Is it here?” Natalie appeared in the doorway.