knock,
knock,
knock.
the door opened, revealing a younger girl with curls and dark hair like jacob's.
"hello?"
"is jacob there?" my voice shook.
"no, he's not. who are you?"
"i'm his friend." i had to lie.
"oh," she looked down at her feet. "he moved recently."
i felt my hands start to tremble at the words.
move?
move to where?
"where?" my voice said shakily.
"he had to go live upstate with his mother."
"oh."
"would you like to come in?"
"no, thanks."
she gave me a small smile and her phone number before kindly shutting the door.
