The Last Text Said “If the Little Girl Keeps Looking, We’ll Take Her Too”

he’s going to carry that room for a long time. He sleeps with the light on. He won’t eat anything that smells like cleaner. He flinches at the sound of a phone with no name on the screen.

But Lucy.

Lucy is the one who found him. Five years old, red crayon in her fist, and she’s the only person in the city of Savannah who looked at that yellow house and continue reading …