Molly sat in her room, texting Kristina. Her sister hadn't come home and Aaron called worried.
"Hey, ah, Molly, have you seen Kristina? I've left messages and texted her, but she hasn't called back."
"No, I haven't seen her all day."
"Well, if you see her, tell her, that I miss her, missed her."
"Okay," Molly said, anxious to get Aaron off her phone.
Kristina's face never lit up when she spoke about Aaron, Molly thought. Not the way it lit up when she spoke about Parker. Molly hoped her sister went to see Professor Forsythe. She wanted Kristina have the happiness she deserved. From what she heard and partially erase in Kristina's diary, Parker had swept Kristina off her feet.
"P glances at me, eyes linger. I'm not looking away. Neither is P."
Molly looked at the flyer for the PCU conference with Parker on her phone.
Kristina was right. Hot didn't begin to describe her.