And yet she could hardly think of anything else. As the four girls lounged in Bryn’s cozy basement, wearing sweats and pajamas and picking at the yummy bunko leftovers, Emma was painfully aware that one member of the DG was MIA. Emma had discreetly checked her phone a couple of times since they got back. She figured that Devon would text her before the night was over, but so far there was nothing—not a word. As much as part of Emma wanted to totally ignore her spoiled friend, she went ahead and sent Devon a short text asking how she was doing. Emma knew Devon well enough to know that even if she was seriously ticked, she would still text. In fact, some of Devon’s longest messages were the result of extreme angst. Either that or she would simply send a blunt demand that Emma call her ASAP, because Devon was a talker. She always needed to talk through her troubles, and Emma was always her best listener. But so far Devon appeared to be giving Emma the silent treatment tonight.
