CHAPTER 8
Half an hour later and I’ve made three important discoveries.
One: My cell phone is no longer in existence. Either that or it’s turned off or something. I’ve called it from our landline and stood around waiting in every single room of the house and didn’t hear it ring once. Which means it’s either tucked away in Dad’s office, it’s on silent, or it simply vanished.
Just like my memory.
Of course, without my cell, I don’t know anybody’s phone number. Can’t call Chris on our home phone because his information is stuck in the contacts section of my non-existent cell.
But that’s not the only thing that’s missing from around here, which leads me to discovery number two: Besides what Dad showed me this morning in that album, there isn’t a single photograph in this entire house. Whi
