Sunny's mind was whirling. Tears were streaming down her face, and she leaned into Clays chest, not aware of anything around her. She knew her friends were around her and talking, but she couldn't depict what they were saying. Her mom was her only family left, her dad had died when she was a baby, and her mom didn't talk to her sisters. 

Many questions were racing through her mind. Why would anyone want to murder her mother, or Arctic? Why would anyone want to murder anyone?

Sunny broke off of Clay and started to run. She didn't know where she wanted to go, but she just didn't want to be around people. She just wanted to run from her problems. She just wished it was as easy as it sounded.