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.

shook. “It’s Livia. She stepped outside, and no one has seen her since.”

“You and John need to come to the school now.”

John was already grabbing his keys.

I said the first name my fear gave me.

“Where’s Mitchell?”

Mr. Thomas paused. “We don’t know that he has anything to do with this.”

“Of course he does.”

“Camila, please just come.”

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