GavinAs soon as I wake up, I scramble out of bed and to my feet. I know. I can’t sit on this any longer.
I need to find Hannah. Nothing is going to be okay until I know she is.
Even last night was ruined by it. All the girls being up to par, Jaws and I enjoying a late-night Angel cake, even him offering me a go with his cousin from out-of-town, all of it was tarnished by it. Her absence casts a shadow over everything.
I throw myself into some clothes, shove the electric toothbrush over my teeth and gums – 50 seconds for each part, because I don’t have time to appease Momma. If I don’t find Hannah, nothing else matters.
As I grab my phone, that stupid paper with her number slips out. By now I practically know it by heart: 416-747-1111.
I shove it in my pocket.
I’m not calling her now,
