Chapter 6
Monday at lunch, Caro is late. I have my tray already. The healthy-for-you pizza looks almost edible, and it certainly smells that way. But with Caro’s chair empty, I can’t seem to find my appetite. Jeremy stares at the spot, a glum expression on his face. It’s like lunch without Caro is torment because he might have to talk to me.
I feel the same way about him.
“Know where she is?” he says after the second bell rings.
“I saw her this morning.”
I pull out my phone (we’re not supposed to have them out during school hours). With the table shielding my hands, I check for any missed text messages. I’m still checking, thinking that somehow, staring will make a message magically appear, when someone taps my shoulder.
I jolt straight up and turn. Caro’s mom, Mrs. Sulvana, stands r
