SEVENTEEN
Thomas had an uneventful landing in Dallas and no issues getting his bag and checking into his overpriced hotel room with a view of the runway. It was after midnight when he got the call, but he wasn’t yet asleep. He’d been lying in bed, the storm outside so loud that it even drowned out the sound of any late-arriving planes. And when he saw Kat’s number on his phone, he picked up immediately.
“Kat? Is everything okay with you and Sol?”
“No! Thomas, Sol is gone! She took my car. I have no idea where she is. Thomas, I’m so sorry!”
Thomas’s mind raced. Where would she have gone? To see a friend? A boyfriend? But no, she couldn’t possibly be seeing a boy without him knowing; she hardly did anything away from home at night. Now that he thought about it, she barely did anything at
