“Fine. Cause it’s not a big deal,” I replied, leaning back into the cushions of her pink sofa like I didn’t have a care in the world. I tried to keep my breathing even. Chances were, they wouldn’t see what I saw anyway. They didn’t know what I knew, so there was no reason for them to be staring at the video like I was.
I vaguely recalled what the news report had been saying about the time that I’d flung my phone away from me, and even though the audio for both of their phones was playing at the same time but not saying the exact same thing, I tried to listen for it, hoping they’d pass right by it. They did. When the video ended, Lucy said, “Wow. That’s so sad. I hope they find her. Poor girl.”
“Yeah. Really depressing. What scared you?” Emma asked.
“Nothing. I just… it was sad to see her alive in the video and know that she’s probably not anymore.”
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Both of my best friends were staring at me like I’d completely lost my mind, and I couldn’t blame them. I knew I sounded like a lunatic. But I did have the proof to back up everything we’d discovered together, everything they couldn’t remember. “Look, I know it sounds crazy,” I began, scooting around to face them.“Yeah, it does.” Emma never missed a beat.“But you guys used to know just about everything I’m about to tell you. You just don’t remember.”“How’s that now?” Lucy asked, scooting back a bit and folding her arms. “What do you mean we don’t remember?”“Yeah, how’s that possible? I remember nearly everything.” Emma pushed her glasses up with her index finger.“I know you do, but Dr. Sanderson, Elliott, and one of his associates, have been wiping our minds clean. Recently, however, he’s allowed me to keep
Sitting through church had been more than a little excruciating. My parents had been a little late to the service, so we sat in the back—right behind Jack’s parents. It was an hour of torture, watching his mother wipe at her eyes and his father hold back sobs as the pastor talked to us about not questioning God’s plan. How could they do anything but that when they’d lost their son to what they believed to be some sort of horrible disease? As far as I knew, that’s what had claimed Jack, but I had my suspicions it was something even worse, though I did my best to push those thoughts aside.It was all I could do to fall asleep the night before. I was up thinking about Jack, what it must be like to realize one day that you’re not who you used to be. Had he been bitten by a vampire? Did it hurt? Did they drain him and leave him for dead? Had my sister and her friends swooped in in an attempt to save him but been too late? My mind was running wil
“Everything okay?” my mom asked, glancing over her shoulder at me.“Uh, fine,” I replied, trying to calm my breathing. “I just…” I had to think quickly. And I didn’t want to lie in a church parking lot. “It was hard to see Alice and Steve.”My mom made a clicking noise with her tongue. “I know. It’s just… terrible.”Dad backed the van out of the parking spot and got in line with the other cars waiting to make their way onto the street that ran past the church. “It really is just awful.”Mom started recounting whatever she and Alice had talked about, and my dad, who must not have heard for some reason, maybe he had been talking to Steve, made the little sounds he was obligated to make in order for my mom to know that he was listening. Meanwhile, my phone burned a hole through my hand. I needed to get home so I could call Lucy. I had to see what she thought abo
I could hear the frustration growing in his voice, but before I could counter, my mom yelled up the stairs, “Cassidy! Are you coming down?”“Yes, Mom!” I cracked the door and shouted out, “Just a minute!”“It’s going to get cold! Your father and I aren’t going to wait all day!”“Go ahead!” I shouted in response.“We aren’t going to eat without you!”I opened my mouth to scream back at her, but Elliott’s loud voice boomed over mine. “Go ahead and eat without her, Liz. Everything is fine. You’re not at all surprised to hear my voice and will forget in two seconds that we even spoke.”There was a pause and then my mom shouted, “Okay!” in a pleasant voice, and I heard her talking to my dad as she faded back toward the kitchen. I turned and looked at Elliott as he leaned past me to shut the door. My mouth was hanging open
After lunch, my dad went upstairs to watch football, my mom went to her bedroom to call her mother, my Grandma Shirley, and Elliott and I set about loading the dishwasher. I wondered if my parents had conveniently left us alone or if he had designed that. I was glad to have the opportunity to follow up on a few topics my parents had touched on during the meal. Though they were careful not to talk about anything in front of me I wasn’t supposed to know, they’d asked how Cadence was doing, and I had more questions about that particular subject than I could ask in front of them.Elliott was rinsing, and I was loading. I took a bowl from him and slid it into a slot. “So, where does Cadence live exactly?” I asked, reaching out for a handful of silverware.“We live in an apartment building,” he replied, handing me a glass, which I dropped into the top rack. “She lives in the penthouse.”I stood up straight and looked at
“So?” Lucy asked as soon as I walked into biology class. I’d avoided her in the hallway, but there was going to be no getting around her now. We were partners after all.Playing dumb, I asked, “So what?”“So… why didn’t you call me yesterday? Where were you this morning?” She lowered her voice. “What happened with the video? Emma said you wanted to call me and tell me yourself, but you didn’t.”I took a deep breath and sat down in my seat. “It’s nothing,” I said, trying to figure out how to make my voice sound nonchalant. I was lying to her, and I hated it, but I didn’t know what else to do. I’d promised Elliott I wouldn’t tell them anything else.“What’s nothing?” Emma asked, flinging her books down in such a way that papers spread everywhere out of her notebooks and folders. Lucy and I grabbed them before they spilled all over t
Lunch was just as uncomfortable as the rest of biology had been. Lucy kept wanting to ask me stuff, and I kept silencing her with my stare. Finally, just before it was time to head to class, Emma said, “I don’t know what the big deal is. So, he faked his death.” She popped the last bite of her sandwich into her mouth and shrugged her shoulders. “It all goes with the drug cartel idea I had earlier.”I stared at her. “You remember that?”“Sure,” she replied. “A few things have come back to me. He probably didn’t want his folks to be disappointed in him.”“Emma…” I began, but then I remembered I’d promised Elliott not to say more. “Okay. Just… we need to keep this to ourselves, all right? I mean, I think the authorities will catch him anyway.”“Okay,” Emma agreed.“No, not okay,” Lucy protested, looking from her t
I kept talking. “Look, I think this business is pretty serious, Luce. He said that Christian spends a lot of time taking down posts where people seem to know things they shouldn’t know. And he’s also told me before they send people over to erase people’s memories who post that stuff.”“Christian seems like a real nerd,” she said, setting her bottle aside and continuing to stretch.I remembered what Elliott had told me about him the other day. “I’ll say,” I agreed. “But seriously, if you want to keep your memories, keep your lips zipped.”“Okay,” she said, more of an acquiescence than anything else. “It’s just… I keep having weird dreams.”Jess was back. I took a deep breath and blew it out as she offered me the water. “Oh, this is really cold,” I said. “Do you happen to have any that are more like, room temperature?”