My daughter never returned home after prom—eleven months later, something I accidentally discovered hidden inside my son’s beanbag chair turned my face completely pale.

Camila. Just louder when you’re afraid.”

John caught my wrist.

That made me angrier.

“Enough.”

People were watching.

“My daughter is gone,” I said. “And your family did this.”

Natalie didn’t answer.

She just looked at Liam again.

For 11 months, I lived inside that sentence.

“My daughter is gone.”

My daughter is gone.

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