Hello?” I said timidly into the phone. I couldn’t believe I’d answered. Why did I do that? Why did I want to get hurt again?
“Oh thank God!” Jackson sighed into the phone. “I was worried you wouldn’t answer again.”
Something about his voice was off. He didn’t sound like himself.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, feeling dread wash over me.
“It’s Caleb,” he said, his voice urgent. “He’s been missing for over a week.”
My heart began to thud in my chest.
Missing? How on earth could he be missing?
“Where do you live?” I asked. “I’ll be right there.”
Caleb
I decided not to tell anyone I was in New York. Not my old friends, not my family. I didn’t want anyone to know where I was. My mother would tell me to be reasonable and go back to Las Vegas while my father would tell me to stop being so weak
