Detectives June and Miller stood quietly at the front door of a modest suburban home. The morning sun was bright, but there was a weight to the air that made everything feel dim. When the door finally opened, they were greeted by a weary-looking couple—April Young's parents.
"Detectives," her mother greeted them with a puzzling look "Please come in."
They entered a living room that smelled faintly of lavender and something more stale, like grief that had settled into the walls. They sat.
"Sorry to interrupt your afternoon ," June began softly, "but we need to ask you some questions about your daughter. We believe she may be a link that is vital in solving our case. We’re trying to piece together her last year's experience."
April's father, a tall, serious-looking man with tired eyes, n
