CORBYN’S POV
“She’s gone,” I told Justin when we sat in the quad at lunchtime.
“What do you mean she’s gone? She couldn’t have just disappeared,” he replied with a deep frown.
“Dude, her house is empty. She’s gone,” I reiterated.
“You mean empty like she’s moved out?”
“Yeah.” I leaned back on the oak tree that we were sitting under and blew out a long breath, raising my knee. “She didn’t even say goodbye, man.”
“I’m sorry CC,” Justin said. “I know how much you care about her.”
“But-clearly she doesn’t feel the same way,” I muttered.
“She probably had her reasons.”
I got up and dusted my jeans. “I’m going to ask Mrs. Bell. She must know something.”
“Maybe she doesn’t want to be found CC. You need to let it go.” Justin gazed at me with what seemed like pity.
“I can’t,” I said. “I
