The town was quiet in that eerie, uncomfortable way—like it was holding its breath.
April was still missing. Flyers hung from lampposts. A candlelight vigil was planned for the school gym. News vans passed by the Bryce house more often now, pretending to film the broader “community response,” but always angling for a shot of Tiffany.
Tiffany kept her curtains drawn.
Her mom was distracted, talking with church members about organizing prayer chains. Cole hovered close, never overbearing, always there when she needed to breathe. And Landon?
Landon had become cold.
Cold—like the calm just before a storm.
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“Three girls,” June said, tapping the wall map with a red pen. “All seventeen. All pretty. All sports enthusiasts. All followed the same i********: handle—Land_mine31—before disapp
