Emma agrees to help me plot revenge against Niall, and, feeling somewhat satisfied with myself, go back to the cabin to call Ansley and my parents. I call Ansley first, and we talk for a while. She tells me about her smart kid camp and I tell her about Camp Lincoln, leaving out all the details about Niall and Kat. She doesn't need to know that. When I hang up, I think about how I used to tell Ansley everything. It makes me wonder what she might be keeping from me. I call my parents next, and my mom picks up the phone sounding happy to hear me. "Ally! I wanted to call you, but I didn't want to act clingy," she says. I laugh a little. "You can call me, mom. I don't mind." In the background I hear someone I don't recognize say, "Who are you talking to? Is that Ally? Can I talk to her?" I listen hard, trying to figure out who it is. It doesn't sound like any of my friends, and why would they be at my house anyway? "Maybe in a few days," I hear my mom reply. She comes back on the phone. "Sorry, honey. I'm back." I pause. "Mom...who was that?" I ask, a sense of worry growing in my stomach. "How about I put your dad on the phone?" my mom says. I start to protest, but then I hear my dad. "Sweetie, we have something to tell you. It's important," he tells me. "Okay..." I reply, my heart pounding. I sit down on my bed anxiously. "Ally, honey, you aren't a twin," my dad says slowly. "Um, that doesn't make sense," I say, my mind swirling with thoughts. "Ansley and I...." I trail off. "You didn't let me finish," my dad says. "You aren't a twin. You're a triplet."
Later I'm on the soccer field, still trying to figure out how I could be lied to my whole life by my own parents. I have another sister named Ava. When my mom gave birth to us, she and my father decided they only wanted two kids, so they gave Ava up for adoption, and didn't say a word to anyone about it. Until now. I wonder if that's why they sent me away for the summer. I turn around when I hear my name being called. I see Aubree sprinting towards me. "Have you seen Niall?" she gasps. I shake my head. "No, I don't really want to see him right now. Why?" Aubree sighs. "Where is he?" she mutters under her breath. "Aubree," I say firmly. "What's going on?" She looks me straight in the eye. "Niall's...gone."
"What if he's just messing with us?" Lacey suggests later when Zayn, Liam, Harry, Louis, Kat, Aubree, Emma, and I are gathered in Zayn and Liam's cabin. "That doesn't seem like Niall," Liam says sadly, shaking his head and looking down at his hands. "The thing that worries me most is that he didn't take anything with him," Harry says. "Not even clothes," Louis adds. "Where would he have gone?" Emma asks. I bury my face in my hands. "What's wrong, Ally?" Zayn says kindly. "What if it's my fault? I was mad at him because....well, you know why. What if I was the one who pushed him to leave?" Aubree comes over to comfort me. "Don't think that," she says. "He left on his own accord." Kat bursts into tears. "No, it's probably my fault. I kissed him, and now he's gone. He most likely doesn't want to look at my face again. It's not your fault, Ally. It's mine." Liam sighs. "How long do we have to wait before he's considered a missing person? We can call the police then." Harry shakes his head. "I don't think we should get the police involved right away. He could be somewhere close by, just cooling off or something." I lean back against the wall and let the realization that he could be considered a missing person soon sink in. "He's gone," I whisper. A tear streaks down my cheek but I brush it off impatiently. I will not cry. "I'm sure he'll come back soon," Lacey says, but even she doesn't sound too convinced. "This just isn't like him in any way," Louis comments. "He's usually so calm and collected." Kat's still crying when I leave to go back to the cabin with Emma. "I know what you're thinking," Emma tells me. "But it really isn't your fault. If he ran away, it was his decision." I nod, but inside I'm in turmoil. No one said anything about him being taken, but I'm pretty sure everyone was thinking it. When Emma is sound asleep, I let the tears come for what seems like the millionth time this week. "Please come back, Niall," I whisper softly so I don't wake Emma with the words. "I miss you. Please come back."