The day was cold and grey. The sky drained itself from all color as the day grew older. The boy decided to tell her before it was too late. He walked to her house, finding her and her family gone. He went up to her room and stumbled upon an open notebook. It read:
Dear Baylee,
Meet me in the park at 11:45pm, June 20th. I would like to spill!
- Athena
He was puzzled by the letter, wondering if what she had to say, was the same as his thoughts. Baylee walked slowly to her open window. His question began to grow. Where is she?
