His mother rapped gently on the door before pushing it open; the phone pressed to her chest, covering the speaker.
“Honey, do you know where Claire was headed when she left?” She had a concerned look on her face.
“Yeah, home before the rain started.” Simon sat up and shut his book, when he noticed the worry on his mother’s face. “What’s up?”
“I’m sure it’s nothing, sweetheart,” she didn’t sound so sure. “Her mother says they haven’t seen her since she came over here earlier today. If you hear from her, could you let me know?”
“Yeah, of course.” Simon picked up his cell phone from the nightstand as his mother closed his door. He could hear her sorrowful voice on the other side of the door as she explained to Claire’s mother what he had just said. He clicked on his iPhone’s text icon and typed out a message to Claire’s number. Where are you? He stared at the phone for a minute.
He put his phone back down and walked to the window facing Claire’s house. Really, Claire… Where did you go? Claire ran with the same pack of teens that Simon did. If there was a party or a night-out planned, Simon would have known about it.
She’ll turn up, Simon thought as he intently stared into Claire’s darkened window. Claire’s a good girl.