I flipped through the book and ended up on page: 122.
“You came home on the first day of second grade and told us you’d just met the apple of your eye.”
“You did!” his dad said with a laugh. “You must have heard that phrase somewhere. Your mom and I couldn’t stop laughing. And then we found out that she lived right on the other side of the fence.”
Ben smiled big, remembering how excited he’d been to discover that his new friend Janet was only an oak tree away.
In the window overlooking the patio, the curtains rustle. Dad’s arm tenses around me; I know he saw it too. Someone – one of Kat’s parents – watching us, maybe, studying the words forming on our lips.
But when we make our way into the kitchen, it’s empty, silent except for the hum of the fridge. The floor tiles are gleaming white, not a trace of the mess that was there earlier.
Crew, a yellow lab mix puppy -with feet larger than his body- sniffed the sidewalk, grass, and the potted plant by the door of the vet’s office.
The vet’s office was located on the outskirts of the historic town in a valley surrounded by mountains.
Glancing around quickly to see if cameras were following me, I opened the door. Crew preceded me inside. No one would follow me here. No one knew who I was.
Today is 20-7 so I picked page 207!
Evie edged towards the kitchen, pausing in each shadow, picking her way through the strip of grass reluctantly, as though her home was the very last place she wanted to be.