Kyle contacted me a couple of hours after I talked to the neighbour on the phone. Somehow I’d managed to finish watching Thelma and Louise with my mother, which in hindsight was not a good choice of movies. Then I’d taken myself to bed in a show of sleepiness and turned off my light while my mind raced and my heart shattered, in the dark, in slow motion. Have you been on Facebook? he texted. Yep It was after midnight and I hadn’t taken my eyes off my phone even for a second. I was trolling Facebook, email, and text messages for information, for updates, for hope. Nothing had turned up on Joe’s profile, but there were text whispers among Bachman students about an ambulance and an overdose from someone who knew someone who lived on Anna’s street. Do you think it’s true? Dunno, I lied. I couldn’t have this conversation by text with tiny words and insufficient emojis that had no connection to reality.
