Right after the final bell on Friday afternoon, I opened my locker to find a folded-up paper at the bottom. It was a hand-drawn map to Kendra's place and a note to meet her there at 3:00 the next day.
Dread trickled down my spine. Decision time. I didn't want to go to this ball, but if it meant getting cozy with people who might know about Vivian, then I would do it. I had to. I couldn't just turn my back on her like I had... Well, like I had Megan in the fire. Megan, our little sister, who'd died because of me.
My eyes filled with tears, and I slammed my locker shut, the map a smudged blur when I tried to memorize it. I would be there.
But getting Mom to agree to let me go anywhere after the week I'd had made me not so sure. She caved, though, when I told her I was spending the night a
