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couldn’t tell anyone but she thought it.
    â€œYeah, I guess I’ll have to do that.”
    The bell rang. Sam squeezed Marcus’s upper arm. “It’ll all work out, Marcus.”
    â€œI hope so.”
    â€œSee you in last period,” Sam said as she grabbed her folder and smiled at Mrs. Shine before heading to her locker.
    â€œHey, Sam,” Grace Brannon greeted her in the breezeway of the seventh grade ramp.
    â€œHi, Grace.”
    â€œWhat’s the latest on Tam?”
    Sam supposed everyone assumed she knew all the latest information because she posted the news articles on the school’s blog, which reminded her that she needed to update the site during seventh period with notes regarding the assembly. “They haven’t said anything new that I know of.” Sam quickly switched out her folders and notebooks.
    â€œIt’s sad. I checked Tam’s Twitter account this morning and it’s so strange not to see a recent post from him. He usually makes some type of have a great day comment every morning on his accounts.”
    â€œYeah, I know.” But Sam’s mind was going in a different direction. Maybe, just maybe, Tam was friends with J.T. on Facebook or Twitter. Since Makyala wasn’t interested in searching the student database for somebody, this could be a way for her to look. Even if it was creeping.
    â€œI heard they’re pretty sure he ran away from home.” Grace shut her locker and faced Sam. “I wouldn’t ever suspect him of that, but I guess it’s true that you really don’t know people.”
    Sam shut her locker as well. “I don’t believe he ran away. That’s just not Tam. He’s too . . . too . . . responsible to run away. Everything he does serves a good purpose. I just can’t accept him running away because his dad told him no.”
    â€œThen why are the police treating it like that?”
    â€œI don’t really know. Dad says there are usually things the police know that aren’t public knowledge.” Oh, how many times had he told Sam that?
    â€œI suppose.” Grace started to take a step away, then turned back to Sam. “Are you praying for him?”
    That stopped Sam cold. Grace had mentioned before that her family wasn’t Christian, but Sam hadn’t stopped mentioning church or inviting Grace to some of her youth group events. They’d had a couple of conversations regarding faith and God. “Yes. Yes, I am praying for him. That he’s safe and will be home soon.”
    â€œYou aren’t asking God why Tam’s missing?”
    Sam shook her head. “No. Why he’s missing isn’t as important right now as him being safe and coming home soon.”
    Grace nodded, then turned away and disappeared into the throng of other kids.
    She should probably go after her and explain a little more, but the bell rang, and Sam ran inside her class, whispering a prayer for God to show her ways to share her faith.

CHAPTER EIGHT
    S am popped her knuckles and leaned back against her headboard. She tugged the laptop on top of her throw pillow on her lap. “I still can’t believe you refused to help me.”
    â€œI didn’t refuse to help,” Makayla replied from the desk in Sam’s room. “I refused to hack into the school’s database for you, which is a smart move.”
    â€œYou wouldn’t have had to hack. You’re a counselor’s aide, so you have access to Mrs. Creegle’s computer.”
    â€œSam! That’s wrong.”
    Grinning, Sam shook her head. “Okay, okay. But since you wouldn’t look for me, I have to stalk Tam’s social media pages. It’s all your fault I’m becoming a creeper.”
    â€œLike you aren’t creepy enough already.” Mac laughed, causing BabyKitty to open her eyes and stareat her. The cat’s tail twitched in disapproval of her nap being