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.

the gym doors when we arrived.

“Camila, please just come.”

Liam sat outside the office in his tux, his bow tie loose around his neck.

I rushed to him. “Where is she?”

His face crumpled. “She said she needed air. I thought she’d come right back.”

“You promised me you’d stay together.”

“I know.”

“Camila,” John said softly.

I pulled away from him. “Where’s Mitchell?continue reading …