The police called in an excavator to dig up the school playground directly.
Mom stayed at the school, watching the machine dig deep into the ground without having a meal.
With each "she's not here," her heart sank a little more.
The entire school was in disarray, but my body was nowhere to be found. If I wasn't at school, then where could I possibly be?
I floated nearby, listening in on the police officers' conversation. It was thrilling—my first time eavesdropping on them.
"We can basically eliminate the school as the location. If it's not here, it must be outside."
"This area is isolated with no nearby residents. It's the perfect spot to hide a body. They wouldn't waste time moving it somewhere else."
I nodded along. Their reasoning made perfect sense. No wonder they were police o
