The second message is from
 
 Mom. Kristina? Where are
 
 you? Are you okay? I just
 
 got a call from Deputy Freed.
 
 He found your car and had it
 
 towed to impound. But he had
 
 no idea what happened to you.
 
 Will you please call and let us
 
 know you’re okay? Please?
 
 Guess the snow filled in my
 
 tracks. Guess Brad’s off
 
 the hook. Guess Mom might
 
 care about me after all.
 
 But What About Trey?
 
 I step out onto the back step
 
 to smoke and fret about that.
 
 Snow falls, insistent, intent.
 
 I watch it tumble
 
 down.
 
 Was he with a girl when he
 
 called, or only somewhere
 
 where there was a girl? Am
 
 I paranoid? I know,
 
 deep down,
 
 that falling hard for the first
 
 guy to take interest in over
 
 a year was not the best idea.
 
 But how do you tell
 
 your heart,
 
 No, don’t swell with magic,