It started with the Bible. She hid it in her room like porn, read it secretly at night. She stopped hanging out with the girls she’d known since pre-school, instead preferring the company of people she would name but never introduce.
Only full names, which was odd. Joshua. Stephen. Bethany. No Jeff or Steph or Liz.
We confronted her when the attendance office called to report she’d not been to school all semester. She sat there, placid as a marble bust, staring through us as though we were apparitions.
We woke next morning to find she was gone.