Three weeks later, Rex stood holding a crutch in front of the blue- and white-shuttered house that was Rose’s address from the letters he’d received over the years. Once he’d regained full consciousness, Rex had been forced to stay on full bed rest by his ma. But he’d gotten the number Rose had called him on from Paul and called, yet there’d been no response. He’d also called the school, but at the mention of Rose’s name, the person on the other end of the line had stated there was no Rose at the academy and cut off the call. His subsequent calls had been ignored.
Rex had written next, but Rose never replied. Scared out of his mind for her, Rex had finally convinced his ma to let him out of the house and had gotten his brother, Max, to drive him all the way to New York. Rex needed to see
