DAISY
I sit on my bed, phone in hand, the screen already cracked at one corner, not from any dramatic moment, just life. I stare at the row of unanswered texts:
Me: Hey, you okay?
Me: Call me.
Me: Where are you?
My thumbs hover, but I don’t know what to say next.
It’s been too long.
Ever since Darian picked Iris up two weeks ago, asking her to hurriedly get into his car, she hasn’t shown up at school. Not that morning, not lunch, not the afternoon, not the evening and certainly not the next day.
I tried texting her. Called her. No answer. I choke back panic.
Maybe she’s just ignoring me. Maybe she’s having a moment she doesn’t want me in.
Those are kinder assumptions. The darker ones creep in anyway.
I sigh, toss my phone onto the pillow beside me, and lie back. I imagine I
