Kyla was a senior at Cadyville High, and spent most of the time we worked talking about the colleges she'd applied to. As she enthusiastically rambled on about moving out and living in a dorm, her sister rolled her eyes and made noises of disgust from the other side of the table. I imagined she'd heard it all before, and perhaps felt left out of things. In another two years she'd be going through the same thing, though.In the meantime, maybe she'd have a friend who'd be interested in taking over Kyla's after-school job with Winding Road; I could already tell I'd be losing the older girl's help come summer.That made me think about the second email Philip had received, the one from the mother whose daughter had called the Helpline."Hey, do you guys know a girl named Lisa Koller?" I asked.&nbsp Cyan snorted.Kyla paused in wrapping a bar of soap, glanced up at me, then resumed her work. "Sure. She's in some of my classes.""So she's graduating this year?""Yeah""Tell me a little bit about her.
