"Angry at the world is just my mode of operation these days." Sloane muttered through a shuddering breath. "But never mad at you." She followed up with a sniffle. "I just don't know what I'm going to do without you." That much was true. They hadn't had an easy couple of years, but Sloane knew that despite it all, she could count on Alice and now she wouldn't be here.

"Will you write? Can I see you this summer and on weekends?" Contact couldn't just stop altogether. There was no way she could allow that. Sloane was grasping at straws but it was all she had.