Petra looked at Autumn on a mattress on the floor next to her. What am I going to do? I don’t want to end up like Autumn, but I hate myself, I hate what I have done. I need to call Luca. I need to make sure he is okay.
She opened the flip phone that she had managed to purchase at Walmart. She had bought Luca one also. They used them only to call each other. She hit the send button and waited for him to answer.
“Petra, oh, I was just about ready to call you. I wanted to make sure he wasn’t around.”
Petra knew “he” was their stepfather. “What’s going on?”
“You know I told you Mom had told me about Dad and how I might contact him. Well, I called him, Petra, and he said he loves us and has written lots of letters and tried to call, but mom had told him we didn’t want to talk to
