One of them mentioned your name.”

My name.

Hannah stared at me from the kitchen, frozen with a coffee mug in her hand.

I put the phone on speaker. “What did the note say?”

Officer Ruiz hesitated. “It said, ‘Emily was supposed to be here.’”

Part 2

By the time Hannah drove me back to Hawthorne Lane, my hands had gone numb in my lap.

The neighborhood looked continue reading …