“We had finally made it to Illinois. “Are we close?” I asked, in awe of the sprawling homes that lined the street. “Yeah…a little farther.” His voice was tense. We had driven over two thousand miles and the entire time we were unable to reach his mom. Between the images that Trevor’s mind spilled into mine, and my mom’s own disappearance, neither of us ran on much hope. “Maybe she didn’t charge her phone,” I offered, attempting to believe my own words. “Thanks for trying,” Lo...gan replied, placing his hand on my knee. The familiar tingle ran through me, and I scolded myself. “We’ll find out soon enough,” he replied. The homes began to decrease in size but only slightly. Our home in Seattle was amazing — awesome really, but I think four of them would fit in one of these. “That street sign we passed didn’t say Logan Loop, did it?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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