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.

let them enjoy prom.”

I ignored him and looked at Livia. “And stay away from Mitchell.”

Her smile disappeared.

“Mom.”

“I’m serious.”

“No,” she said. “You know his mom. That’s not the same thing.”

“And stay away from Mitchell.”

Liam tugged her arm. “Liv, come on. We’re gonna be late.”

“Can I have one night where you trust me, Mom?”

“Trust isn’t the issue.”

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