“Hello?” A small, delicate voice answered, sounding delighted. I smiled. “Reenie? Is that you, babe?” I could almost see her smile. “Zac!” Then, in the background, a loud shuffling sound arose. I could tell that Reenie was gone. “Where is she?” A soft, terrified woman’s voice demanded. I didn’t know what to say. I shook my head, on the verge of insanity. “Oh, God.” I buried my face in one hand. “I’m sorry, Mrs. King. I’m so sorry…” I heard her begin to gasp for air, hopelessly devastated. “Zachary, please tell me what happened. I need answers. I need her. Please?” I dug my fingernails into my knee, just to see if I was still alive. “She left a note. Abby—I’m sorry, I don’t know where she is. I don’t know what’s going on. Sorry.” I let the phone slip from my ear. I didn’t even say goodbye. I just pressed the OFF button and set it the phone gently down on my “bed”, terrified. All of the familiar sounds of morning faded away as I sat there, not knowing what to do. Everything was gone. I wasn’t in the tour bus anymore. I was in hell. I could feel it. There was nothing here to comfort me, nothing here to help. I was forgotten and alone. My best friend was gone. I didn’t know what was happening.
