Charlotte

Haley, Reba and I were at my house that night. My mom was out on a date and my dad was at his house. My parents had hit splitsville, as Haley would say, awhile back. My younger sister was in her room.

"I haven't heard much from Vanessa lately," I said.

"Yeah nor have I," Reba said.

"I haven't seen her around much," Haley said.

"I wonder what happened," I put in.

"Maybe she's sick," Reba said.

"She hasn't called me back," I said.

"Oh."

"Where's Rena?" Haley asked.

She was referring to my younger sister who we'd adopted from London awhile back.

"Her room."

"Oh."