called thirty-two.

I answered once.

Her voice was no longer icy. It was panicked.

“What did you do?”

I looked at Eli, his tiny fist curled around my finger.

“I planned,” I said. “Like Chloe.”

PART 3

They came to the hospital three days later, sunburned, furious, and smelling like airport perfume. Mom swept into the room first. Chloe followed behind her, recording continue reading …