car, I sat for five minutes, gripping the steering wheel. I did not cry. I did not scream. I made one phone call.

One hour later, my phone rang. Madison.

When I answered, she was sobbing.

“Emily,” she choked. “Who did you call? Mom just saw him and—oh my god, she’s—”

The call filled with shouting.

Then it cut off.

PART 2

I stared at my phone as the screen continue reading …