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

woman’s silver hair was twisted into a knot, and she held a leather briefcase beneath one arm. “Claire?” she asked softly.

“Yes.”

“My name is Margaret Shaw. I’m an attorney.” She nodded toward the men beside her. “This is Investigator Daniel Price and Investigator Luis Ortega. We need to speak somewhere private.”

My mouth went dry. “Is this about my parents?continue reading …