Rosie would like to say that she was out the door and on her way to Sabrina's the second her friend's text buzzed through, full of anguish and confusion and pain. In truth, it took her a few minutes--most of them spent in slightly frozen horror, trying to make sense of what the other girl was even saying, how such a thing could be. The time for trying to understand it will come, she knows, and it's that reminder that starts her feet moving, lets her scrawl a note left on the kitchen counter for Neil (At Sabrina's--something happened, may not be home tonight), sends her hurrying out to the bus stop for the route that will take her up into the countryside.

Once the bus lets her off, she's running as fast as she can, up the slightly twisting road that leads to the cabin. Reaching the front door, she knocks once, then again, breathing hard. "Sabrina? Sabrina, it's me, it's Rosie."