"Amelia," I said, my voice deathly quiet. "The school. St. Jude’s. Three hours ago. I want every camera in a five-mile radius." "On it," Eric muttered. The monitors on my wall flickered to life. Eric bypassed the school’s security firewalls like they were tissue paper. We watched the footage of the morning drop-off. I saw my car pull up. I saw Amelia get out, holding Amy’s hand. They looked happy. She knelt down, hugged my daughter, and whispered something that made Amy smile. Then, Amy walked into the gate. We watched as Amelia turned back toward the car. She reached for the door handle. Silas didn't open it. Through the grain of the security footage, I saw the car lurch forward. Silas floored it, leaving her standing on the curb. I felt a growl build in my throat. "He left her. He fucking left her on purpose." We watched Amelia. Her face fell, I saw her bite her lip, a habit she had when she was stressed. She looked around, desperate, her shoulders hunching in. People in the
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