Charli

I sent Chelsea another text message. It was my daily routine: each morning before class and each afternoon on my way home. I was beginning to wonder if she'd changed her number. That was the thing with text messages: the sender had no way of knowing if the recipient actually received the message. It wasn't like email that would bounce back a non-receivable message. And it had.

Chelsea's email address, the one she'd had the entire time we were in California, was ...