Chapter 52

Jack Cook’s memorial was held in the cafetorium at our school—that is, the cafeteria/auditorium/gymnasium, and even with the folding doors open encompassing the entire space, the place was jam-packed with people so that there were people standing in the back behind the rows and rows of folding chairs. Despite the chilly December air, the doors were propped open because there were even people on the walkway outside.

My family had ridden together, though Cadence was sitting in the front with Jack’s family and her friends. My mom, dad, and I sat a few rows behind them. I had been crying most of the morning. The thought of saying goodbye to Jack for good was just too much for me, and the burden of knowing something was going on with my sister and I had no one to talk to about it was almost more than I could bear. I was glad Elliott was still around, but for the most part, all I’d gotten from him was sympathetic smiles. Now that Lucy and Emma had forgotten