He pulls up the comforter and sits down on top of it, trying to figure her out.

And knowing that even though he doesn’t understand her, he needs to know what happened … and what could happen. There’s no way he can just let her go or keep silent, like he did on the skateboard night. No way he can look at her again without demanding answers.

11:31 a.m.

Cabe hops up off the bed, hungry and resolved, and grabs his jacket. Slips his shoes on. Thinks about what Janie must be going through right now, this minute.

Wonders if she skipped the morning play to catch up on sleep. He imagines her, stuck in a room with three other girls and their collective dreams all night. He’s sure Janie really needs food by now.

And … well.

It’s not going to deliver itself.