KAEL'S POV
The bell rang, and the buzz of recess wrapped around the playground like static. Selene plopped down beside me on the bench, the scent of tuna and something salty drifting from her sandwich. Without a word, she slid a bunch of rumpled phone book pages across the worn wooden seat. The paper was creased and greasy in places, some of the ink smudged from her fingers or maybe leftover juice from her lunchbox.I snatched the pages quickly, pressing them against my knees in a feeble attempt to flatten the wrinkles. My eyes scanned every printed line, darting over the cluttered maze of roads and intersections. The street name scrawled on my scrap of paper—a name I had read over and over in my head like a prayer—wasn’t there. Not even close.“Are you sure you grabbed the right pages?” I asked, trying not to let the frustration leak too obviously into my voice. I tilted my head, hoping another angle might reveal something I missed.Selene shrugg
