A Trip for the Lost

As I was packing my bags for our yearly girls trip, I noticed a slight pain in my side when bending down or picking up my stuff. I lifted my shirt to find an ambiguously shaped bruise on the side of my back, and to my amazement, I could not remember the origin of it. Maybe I would not be in the situation I am in had I recognized its eerie similarity to that of Caroline’s. I had finished packing early in the morning, at least an hour before we were to leave for the mountains, so I had decided to waste some time and reached for Sophie’s novel: