Fifty-One: Sloane

I couldn't sleep that night. I kept worrying about my little sister.

She was only eighteen. Yet, she had suffered one of the worst experiences of anyone's life.

I went to her room four times that night, and she hadn't been there. I even broke the rules and went into her tree house to look for her, but it was empty. She was hiding, presumably from Declan…possibly from everyone, but I still didn't like it.

When someone was in that much pain, it didn't feel right to let them suffer alone. Even if I just sat with her, some support was better than being alone. I knew I would want someone to be there for and with me, but maybe she didn't.

As I lay on Aiden's couch, listening to his loud snoring and the storm rolling in outside, I found myself texting Greyson.

I wasn't surprised that he was awake. After he talked me down from searching for Ellie a fifth time, he kept me distracted with some jokes and a little flirting that had me wanting to squeal like a teenager meeting their celebrity crush