Losing Hope

can anyone not remember being stolen from her own home? From her best friend?
    How can she not remember me?
    I squeeze my eyes shut and turn away from her. I press my palms against my forehead and inhale a deep breath. I have got to calm down. I’m terrifying her right now and that’s the last thing I want to do. I grip the back of my neck in order to keep my hands busy so that I don’t punch the table.
    She’s Hope. Sky is Hope and Hope is Sky and, “Shit!”
    I don’t mean to say it out loud, because I know I’m freaking her out. But this is as calm as I’m able to be right now. I have to get out of here. I have to figure out how the hell to explain this to her.
    I stand up and rush toward the exit to the cafeteria before I do or say anything else. As soon as I’m through the doors and alone in the hallway, I collapse against the nearest locker, and pull my trembling hands to my face.
    “Shit, shit, shit!”

Chapter Seventeen
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    Les,
    I’m sorry I didn’t find her sooner. I can’t help but wonder if it would have made a difference. I’m so sorry.
    H

Chapter Eighteen
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    Les,
    She still has your bracelet, though. That has to mean something to you.
    H

Chapter Nineteen
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    Les,
    I don’t know what to do. It’s been over six hours now and I keep trying to figure out if I should go to her house and tell her everything or if I should give it more time.
    I think I’ll give it more time. I need to process this.
    H

Chapter Twenty
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    Les,
    What if I call Karen and explain everything to her? Sky seems to have a good relationship with her. Karen could figure out what to do.
    H

Chapter Twenty-one
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    Les,
    Shit. What if Karen is the one who did it?
    H

Chapter Twenty-two
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    Les,
    What if I tell Mom? I could tell Mom and she could figure out what we need to do or if we need to call the police. She’s a lawyer. I’m sure she deals with this kind of stuff all the time.
    H

Chapter Twenty-three
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    Les,
    I can’t tell Mom. Mom’s in intellectual property law. She wouldn’t know what to do any more than I do.
    H

Chapter Twenty-four
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    Les,
    It’s almost midnight. Twelve hours I’ve let this continue without giving her a single explanation for what happened at lunch today. God, I hope I didn’t make her cry.
    H

Chapter Twenty-five
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    Les,
    She’s probably asleep right now. I’ll tell her in the morning. She runs every morning so I’ll just show up and run with her, then I’ll tell her. We’ll figure out what to do after that.
    H

Chapter Twenty-six
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    Les,
    I can’t sleep.
    I can’t believe I actually found her.
    H

Chapter Twenty-seven
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    Les,
    Why do you think she calls herself Sky?
    There was this thing we used to do when we were little. We only did it a few times because she was taken shortly after that. But she used to cry all the time and I hated it, so we would lie in the driveway and watch the sky and I would hold on to her finger. I remember thinking it was gross to hold a girl’s hand so I would always hold her pinky, instead. Because even though I was just a kid and it was gross to hold a girl’s hand, I really did want to hold her hand.
    I used to tell her to think about the sky when she got sad and she always promised me she would. Now here she is. And her name is Sky.
    It’s three in the morning. None of this makes any sense. I’m going to sleep now.
    H

Chapter Twenty-eight
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    Les,
    Well, I ran with her. Sort of. It was more like I chased her. I couldn’t bring myself to speak to her once I showed up. Then after the run we were both so exhausted we just collapsed onto the grass.
    I was hoping that the incident in the cafeteria yesterday would spark some sort of memory from her. I was hoping when I showed up today that she would know exactly what upset me so much yesterday. I wanted her to tell me she remembered so I wouldn’t have to be the one to tell her.
    How do you tell someone something like that, Les? How do I tell her that the mother who raised her could very well be the one who stole her from us?
    If I said anything, her life would change forever. And she likes her life. She likes running and reading and baking and . . . holy shit.
    Holy shit.
    It didn’t make sense until just now, but the whole internet thing? Her mom not wanting her to have a phone? Karen did it. Karen fucking took her and she’s doing everything she can to make sure Sky doesn’t find out.
    I don’t know what to do. I know I can’t be around her right now.