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.

slowly. Her face was pale, but her voice stayed calm.

“I don’t know where they are.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“They’re in love, Camila,” Natalie said.

I stepped closer. “Don’t you dare say that.”

“I don’t know where they are.”

Liam grabbed my arm. “Mom, please.”

Natalie looked at him with pity.

That made me angrier.

“You think you’re better than me,” I said.

“No, continue reading …