While I was on vacation with my cousins, my phone lit up with one message: “Get on a plane home. Don’t tell your parents you’re coming.” When I landed, an attorney and two investigators

vibrated on the towel beside me.

The message came from my father’s older sister, Aunt Rebecca.

Get on a plane home. Don’t tell your parents you’re coming.

I stared at the screen until the words barely looked real anymore.

My cousin Emma bent closer. “Everything okay?”

I typed back: What happened?

Three dots appeared. Vanished. Then appeared again.

I can’t continue reading …