Michael. I don’t tell anyone, not Trey, not Kiari, not even Yubi.Especially not Yubi.I sit alone in my study long after the house has gone quiet, the echo of Abel’s voice still ringing in my ears, the image burned behind my eyelids no matter how many times I blink. Ten seconds. That’s all he gave me. Ten seconds of Naomi tied to a chair, her hair matted, her face thinner than I remember, her eyes God her eyes still fighting even through the grainy video.I close my laptop slowly, deliberately, as if that might lock the image inside it instead of my head.If I tell them, I’ll give them hope.And hope is dangerous.Hope makes people careless. Hope makes people talk. Hope makes people call the police when they shouldn’t. And if Abel is bluffing if that video was old, if Naomi is already, I can’t even finish that thought then I will not drag the children through that kind of whiplash.And if she’s alive, if she’s still breathing somewhere, waiting for me to do the right thing then I wi
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