My mom disappeared when I was 12

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My throat burns. “And now?”

“Now you’re the last loose end. They know you have the journal.”

He pulls off the highway, onto a dirt road that winds through dense forest. The trees close in on either side like sentinels. The only sound is the crunch of gravel and my racing thoughts.

He parks near a hidden metal door embedded into a hillside.

“This is one continue reading …