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

the yellow house, trying not to look.

But something moved at the upstairs window.

I stopped.

Behind the curtain was a boy.

Small.

Thin.

Dark-haired.

The same height.

The same way of tilting his head.

My heart started pounding wildly in my chest.

“Mason?”

The boy placed one hand on the glass.

I took a step toward the fence.

Then someone suddenly yanked the curtain continue reading …