Jamie lay on her bed and stared at her phone, rain drumming at her window. She thumbed on the screen, making sure no texts had come in since the last time she looked. Someone knocked at her door, but she didn't bother to answer it.

"Jamie," her dad said through the door. "We're going to dinner."

Jamie rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling.

"You okay in there?" he asked.

"Just fine, Dad."

"Okay. Well, call if you need anything."

Her father's footsteps down the stairs carried up to her room. She heard muffled conversation before the front door opened and closed. The car started and drove off.

Jamie checked her phone again. Still no texts.

She hadn't slept well the night before, running the arg...

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