“I don’t think so,” Jillian answered. “We were on the way to some real fun tonight . . . ’til my brother decided to meddle. Well, when you’re done with your church thing, you can come over if you want. That is, if you’re not going to be too holy and stuff. I gotta go now. Bye.”
“Bye,” Heather replied weakly and turned the phone off. Her mother was standing behind her and put her hand on Heather’s shoulder.
“What was all that about?” she asked as Heather turned to look into her eyes.
“I don’t understand, Mom,” she said. “I know what I told you sounded crazy, but it really happened.” She looked at her father. “It was Jillian, and she said that she was fine. She made it sound like Rich was fine, too, and that he just went with some of his friends someplace.” She looked down at the floor. “But something’s not right. I know that something happened to Rich and that Gage . . . did something to her. And I know I heard what he said about me.”
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