The list arrived after Sloane had b

The list arrived after Sloane had been gone two weeks. I wasn’t at home to get it because I was at Sloane’s, where I had gone yet again, hoping against hope to find her there. I had decided, as I’d driven over to her house. My Ipod off and my hands gripping the steering wheel, that if she was there, I wouldn’t even need an explanation. It wouldn’t be necessary for her to tell me why she’d suddenly stopped answering her phone, texts, and e-mail, or why she’d vanished, along with her parents and their car.
I knew it was ridiculous to think this way, likeI was negotiating with
some cosmic dealer who could guaranteethis for me, but that didn’t stop
me as I got closer and closer to Randolph Farms Lane.
I didn’t care what I had to promise if it meant Sloane would be there,
because if Sloane was there, everything could start making sense again.