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.

wrong.

“Don’t disappear on me too.”

His door was locked.

I used a small screwdriver until the lock gave, then shoved it open.

There was no fire, just a scorched power strip beside his desk. I yanked the cord from the wall.

Then I saw the photo.

The prom photo. Livia smiling beside Liam, already keeping a secret.

My legs went weak, and I dropped onto the yellow continue reading …