“And stay away from Mitchell.”
Liam tugged her arm. “Liv, come on. We’re gonna be late.”
“Can I have one night where you trust me, Mom?”
“Trust isn’t the issue.”
She stared at me.
“It never is with you.”
Then she walked down the porch steps with Liam.
“Can I have one night where you trust me, Mom?”
That was the last time I heard my daughter’s voice.
At 11:47 p.m., the phone rang.
My hand shook when I saw the school number.
“Camila?” Mr. Thomas said. “You and John need to come to the school now.”
“What happened?”
His voice shook. “It’s Livia. She stepped outside, and no one has seen her since.”
“You and John need to come to the school now.”
John was already grabbing his keys.
I said the first name my fear gave me.
“Where’s Mitchell?”
Mr. Thomas paused. “We don’t know that he has anything to do with this.”
