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

came outside: Arthur and Evelyn.

Quiet people.

Polite.

Too quiet.

I knelt in front of Lucy.

“Sweetheart, maybe you just dreamed it.”

She shook her head.

“No. Mason was wearing his green shirt.”

The green shirt.

The one he was wearing the day he disappeared.

A terrible chill slid down my spine.

I didn’t tell James.

I didn’t want to break him even more.

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