Lucy“The witness also said your father looked terrified.” The words hung in the air. Heavy, impossible, and terrifying.I stared at Liam, waiting for him to say something else. To correct himself, to explain, and to tell me there had been a misunderstanding.Instead, he remained silent. And somehow that was worse. Much worse. Because silence meant he believed it. My father had willingly gotten into a vehicle. Not because he wanted to. Because he was afraid.A thousand possibilities raced through my head. None of them good. “What kind of vehicle?” I asked. My voice sounded strange, thin and fragile.Liam glanced down at the report in his hand.!“A black sedan.” My stomach dropped. Black. Of course it was black.Every mysterious person in this nightmare seemed obsessed with black vehicles. “Did the witness see who was driving?” Liam shook his head. “No.”The hope I’d been clinging to weakened further. Another dead end. Another missing piece. Another unanswered question. I was beginning
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