Lazily, she stared up at the sky through the branches. Leaves fluttered in the breeze. Fingers tangled through hers. The earth seemed to spin beneath her as if she was floating above it all, her head high up in the clouds, among the birds and planes.

“It’s okay. I think I found her. Thanks.” Whitney moved swiftly past them.

The scent of cigarette smoke reached her before she even got to the trees. A guy laughed, coughed. A girl giggled. Angrily, Whitney stormed up to them. Their backs were to her. His arm was draped around her shoulder and plumes of smoke rose from their heads.

“Amelia!” Whitney snapped.

She turned, mouth agape. Only it wasn’t Amelia.

“What the hell?” the girl said.

The boy peered over his shoulder, eyebrows raised.

Sighing, Whitney whirled around, gaze taking in the park once again. Where could she be?

Stepping away from the young couple, Whitney pulled out her phone and clicked on the Find My Friends app again. This time it showed Amelia at home.

When Whitney got to their apartment, she went straight to Amelia’s room. Her door was closed, so she knocked softly. No response. Whitney opened the door. The room was empty.

“Amelia!” she called out.

Huh.

She checked the location app again, and it still showed Amelia at home. It was quiet. The humming of the fridge and the ticking of the clock on the kitchen wall, the only background noises. The apartment was a thousand square feet. She didn’t need to search it to know Amelia wasn’t here.

Whitney was about to call her phone when the front door popped open. Amelia breezed inside, wearing a tank top, cutoff shorts that were way too short and flip-flops. She gasped, clutching her chest.

“Oh, my God, Mom, you scared the shit outta me.”

“What were you doing in the park today, and why weren’t you at school?”

“The park? I was never at the park today.”

“Don’t lie to me, Amelia.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Then why did it show you at the park on the Find My Friends app?”

Amelia frowned, blowing a breath out her nose. “We’ve talked about this before, Mom. You have to refresh it or it will glitch and show you like the last place you were or something.” She reached out. “Hand me your phone.” Whitney did as she was told. Amelia clicked on the screen and then held it up. “See? It’s showing you in the park right now.” She glared at her mom. “Why? Were you there looking for me?”

Whitney’s skin flushed. She didn’t bother answering.

Amelia rolled her eyes. After stabbing at the screen with her finger, she showed the phone to Whitney again. “And now you’re home.”

“Oh.” Whitney bit her lip. “But why would it show you in the park in the first place? When were you there?”