Camilla

I took Isabella’s picture back over to the couch and sat down. I kept it in sight as I called up Liz on FaceTime.

"Hey, how’s it going?" she asked. She was lying across her bed with a bag of gummy bears. She had some kind of 90s rock music playing in the background, and her pink twinkle lights were flashing on and off. I smiled at her.

"It’s going alright. I talked to my parents and I got the 'go ahead' for school. I was just going to look ...