ALLISON’S POV
Finally, they got the mask and feeding tube off me, and I feel less like an Egyptian mummy. Lying in bed for days sucks, but at least I’ve got Katy here keeping me company.
“I think Sean’s in trouble or something,” Katy says, her eyes flicking to mine with that worried look she gets when she’s thinking too hard. She hesitates, like she’s weighing whether to say more. “He hasn’t been answering my texts, and none of his friends have seen him. I asked.”
I sigh, expecting anger, but it’s not anger that fills me. It’s just this heavy, sinking sadness. It presses down like I’m a bucket being filled, and my fingers curl into the sheets as I try to keep my face neutral.
She reaches out, her hands wrapping around mine. “I’m sure there’s—”
“Nothing’s wrong with him,” I blurt, wat
