When Leah Moreland Disappeared
"Leah handled the gifts. Yes, she's fine with it. Stop worrying. You know you're the one I worry about. Leah's strong. She can handle herself."
I almost laughed because for once, Evan was right.
Christmas Eve arrived white and cold. Evan's flight was at noon. Mine was at two from a private terminal in Teterboro, booked under a name he had never heard anyone say out loud.
I dressed in black trousers, a cream sweater, and the camel coat my mother had sent years ago. It had hung in the back of my closet like an accusation, but today it felt like armor.
The doorbell rang at nine. Mara stood outside with a red suitcase, glossy curls, and a smile sharp enough to draw blood. "Merry Christmas, Leah.
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