Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
“Now, hold on, Lana,” Kai says. “We don’t know if she did this intentionally or not.”
“She’d better have good reasons,” Mom says, annoyed.
“I’ve been trying to call her all night to ask where she is, but she refuses to pick up her goddamn phone,” Nathan says as he approaches.
“Apollo, have you seen Sunny at all?” Mom asks as he approaches.
Apollo raises his brow. “No. Should I have?”
“Ivy?” Mom asks. “Have you heard from her?”
Ivy shakes her head. “No. Not since the whole ‘let’s kill Levi’ party.”
“Ouch,” I say, fake-stabbing myself with a knife.
“Anyone else know anything?” Mom asks around.
The rest of the group approaches, curious to hear what’s going on.
“I’ll call around. See if any of my girls from the sorority know,” Aspen says, and she pulls out her phone and walks off.
“Okay, now I’m getting worried,” Max says, clutching his phone.
“Relax. Sunny knows how to take care of herself,” I say.
“What if she’s in trouble?” Elliot asks.
“Sunny doesn’t get in trouble. Sunny is the trouble,” Apollo says jokingly, but no one’s laughing.
“Who are you all talking about?” Xavier asks.
“Sunny,” Mom, Nathan, and Milo say in sync, and it makes Xavier’s face turn white like he just saw a ghost.
“She hates this family stuff,” I say.
“She wouldn’t not show up on purpose, though. Mom would kill her,” Elliot says.
“Which is exactly why I’m so worried,” Max says, still messaging her. “I haven’t seen her. Not even on campus when I went to get some stuff.”
Aspen returns. “I asked some girls from her sorority. They say they haven’t seen her in a week, and her bed has remained empty ever since.”
“A week?” Xavier shouts.
Nathan’s eyes widen. “That’s not possible.”
“She’s not replying to any messages or calls, and she’s not been to her own room in a week,” Elliot mutters. “This isn’t normal.”
My heart begins to palpitate, and I pull my phone from my pocket and dial her number. “C’mon, Sunny. C’mon, don’t bail on me now!”
I keep ringing the phone, but no matter how many times I do, no one ever picks up.
“Goddammit!” I growl, slamming my helmet back onto the cabinet I grasped it from.
“Oh God,” Mom says, suddenly putting her hands in front of her mouth. “What if she’s gone?”
“Gone where?” Apollo asks.
My phone drops to the floor. “No, not gone to a place. Gone … as in missing.”