to suggest that they find a place to eat when April’s phone buzzed. April abruptly walked away to take the call. Riley felt a flash of dismay. Sometimes that cell phone seemed to be a living thing that demanded all of April’s attention.
“Hey, what’s up?” April asked the caller.
Suddenly April’s knees wobbled, and she sat down on a bench. Her face went pale, and her happy expression collapsed into pain. Tears began to roll down her face. Alarmed, Riley rushed over to her and sat down beside her.
“Oh my God!” April exclaimed. “How could—why—I can’t—”
Riley felt a jolt of alarm.
What had happened?
Was someone hurt or in danger?
Was it Jilly, Ryan, Gabriela?
No, someone would surely have called Riley with such news, not April.
“I’m so, so sorry,” April said over and over again.
Finally, she ended the call.
“Who was it?” Riley asked anxiously.
“It was Tiffany,” April said in a stunned, quiet voice.
Riley recognized the name. Tiffany Pennington was April’s best friend these days. Riley had met her a couple of times.
“What’s the matter?” Riley asked.
April looked at Riley with an expression of grief and horror.
“Tiffany’s sister is dead,” April said.
April looked as though she couldn’t believe her own words.
Then in a choked voice she added, “They say it was suicide.”
CHAPTER TWO
Over dinner that evening, April tried to tell her family what little she knew about Lois’s death. But her own words sounded strange and alien to her, like someone else was speaking.
It doesn’t seem real, she kept thinking.
April had met Lois several times while visiting Tiffany. She remembered the last time clearly. Lois been smiling and happy, full of tales about being away at school. It was just impossible to believe that she was dead.
Death wasn’t a complete stranger to April. She knew that her mom had faced death and had actually killed when working on FBI cases. But those had been bad guys, and they’d had to be stopped. April had even helped her mother fight and kill a sadistic murderer after he had taken April captive. She also knew that her grandfather had died four months ago, but she hadn’t seen him in a long time and they had never been close.
But this death was more real to her, and it made no sense at all. Somehow it didn’t even seem possible.
As April talked, she saw that her family was also confused and distressed. Her mom reached over and took her hand. Gabriela crossed herself and murmured a prayer in Spanish. Jilly’s mouth hung open with horror.
April tried to remember everything that Tiffany had told her when they had talked again that afternoon. She had explained that yesterday morning Tiffany and her mom and dad had found Lois’s body hanging in their garage. The police thought it looked like suicide. In fact, everybody was acting like it had been suicide. Like that was all settled.
Everybody but Tiffany, who kept saying she didn’t think so.
April’s father shuddered when she finished telling them everything she could think of.
“I know the Penningtons,” he said. “Lester’s a financial manager for a construction company. Not exactly wealthy, but comfortably well off. They’ve always seemed like a stable, happy family. Why would Lois do such a thing?”
April had been asking herself that very question all day.
“Tiffany says nobody knows,” April said. “Lois was in her first year at Byars College. She was kind of stressed out about it, but even so …”
Dad shook his head sympathetically.
“Well, maybe that explains it,” he said. “Byars is a tough school. Even tougher to get into than Georgetown. And very expensive. I’m surprised the family could afford it.”
April drew a deep sigh and said nothing. She thought that Lois had been on scholarships, but she didn’t say so. She didn’t feel like talking about it. She didn’t feel like eating, either. Gabriela had fixed one of her specialties, a seafood soup called tapado that April normally loved. But so far she hadn’t taken a spoonful of it.
Everybody was quiet for a few moments.
Then Jilly said, “She didn’t kill herself.”
Startled, April stared across at Jilly. Everybody else was looking at Jilly, too. The younger teen had crossed her arms and was looking very serious.
“What?” April asked.
“Lois didn’t kill herself,” Jilly said.
“How do you know?” April asked.
“I met her, remember? I could tell. She wasn’t the kind of girl who would ever want to do that. She didn’t want to die.”
Jilly paused for a moment.
Then she said, “I know how it feels to want to die. She didn’t. I could tell.”
April’s heart jumped up into her throat.
She knew that Jilly had been through her own share of hell. Jilly had told her about how her abusive father had locked her out of the house one cold night. Jilly had slept in a drainpipe, and then she had gone to a truck stop where she tried to become a prostitute. That was when Mom had found her.
If anybody knew what it felt like to want to die, Jilly sure did.
April felt a flood of grief and horror ready to erupt inside her. Was Jilly wrong? Had Lois felt that miserable?
“Excuse me,” she said. “I don’t think I can eat now.”
April got up from the table and rushed upstairs to her bedroom. She shut the door, threw herself down on her bed, and sobbed.
She didn’t know how much time passed. But after a while, she heard a knock at the door.
“April, can I come in?” her mother asked.
“Yes,” April said in a choked voice.
April sat up, and Mom walked into the room carrying a grilled cheese sandwich on a plate. Mom smiled sympathetically.
“Gabriela thought this might be easier on your stomach than tapado,” Mom said. “She’s worried that you’ll make yourself sick if you don’t eat. I’m worried too.”
April smiled through her tears. This was very sweet of both Gabriela and Mom.
“Thanks,” she said.
She
