The Girl… I 71B

Tom snapped the book shut after reading up to where he had first started from, slammed it on the desk and started looking around, eyebrows furrowed as one thought pulled him to do so. If this is the tenth book, where is the first? He stormed over to Sawyer’s bed to begin his search. There was nothing under the bed or in the nightstand drawers or behind them. He hadn’t ransacked Sawyer’s room for anything since he was fifteen, those were his usual spots and they were book free.

He took the search to his walk-in closet, checking every possible bag on every shelf and beneath every folded trouser, every drawer in the closet island and pulled down the two suitcases above the hanged shirts. The suitcases he took to school. If they aren’t here, where else could they be? He unzipped the biggest one that had been heavier than the other and in it were all his notebooks and text books, none of which were labeled with numbers.