“You’ll be safe here, I promise,” Greyson says. We pull up to a massive security gate, imposing wrought iron twisted into the shapes of wolves. Greyson rolls down the window and punches in a code on a little key pad that looks a lot like the new phone Sarah just got me at the mall.
At least I have that, I tell myself. I can still talk to Layla and Sarah, and see pictures of Stella, even when I’m all the way out here.
The gate creaks open, and Greyson continues driving. We’re on a narrow paved road, but I can’t see any buildings or anything. All we do is drive through a massive forest made up of trees taller than anything I’ve ever seen in my life.
“These are the redwoods,” Greyson explains. “Some of the largest trees on earth.”
“They’re amazing,” I breathe. I’m still missing the sunny
