Sally

That night, I covered my entire body with the blankets, but I promise it wasn't dark underneath because my phone's light illuminated the space. I also couldn't stop biting my nails.

I had been browsing for information about what I saw Yvonne doing and how to help her stop. Now that I had some ideas and advice for her, would she listen to me?

I let out a deep sigh, and just then, my phone beeped. I checked to see a message notification. When I opened it, a smile crossed my face—it was Allison.

"Hey," she had sent.

"Hi," I replied.

Allison: How's my runaway sister doing?

Me: *Sends...