I pulled into the gas station, distraught and totally out of my mind about what happened to my friends. The local newspaper headed the story: Hikers Lost, Search Party Continues. They’d found two of the girls, Jessica Avery and Melanie Diaz, half-dead by the river, but the other girl, Sheryl Reynolds, they suspected had drowned, so they’d begun dredging the canal. But they weren’t going to find anything in those cold, deep waters. Sheryl Reynolds was dead, at least to me. She’d been given a chance to start over.