CHAPTER FORTY-THREE: I had made it home some time ago and was trying to focus on homework. I needed to get things done, and maybe focusing all my thoughts on anything else would help free my mind. It helped sometimes, losing myself in other thoughts. Like when I forgot the name of some person who was in that one show that I just couldn’t remember the name of. I could just spend some time watching TV or declutter my closet, and the answer from earlier would just hit me. I was counting on that today. My phone buzzed and I saw a notification for a new email, but didn’t recognize the sender. I opened it. This isn’t the end of this. I’m not giving you up I dropped my phone on the floor and stood straight up. In a panic I looked around, expecting to see Vance watching me from a window, but