The television buzzed quietly in the background as Tiffany stirred her cereal with a spoon she had no intention of lifting. Her mom sat nearby, flipping through a home décor magazine, blissfully unaware of the storm crashing just beneath Tiffany’s skin.
Then the newscaster’s voice cut through the morning silence.
“In other news, a local teenager is missing. April Jennings, seventeen, was last seen leaving the local library three days ago. Her family is pleading for any information—”
Tiffany’s hand froze mid-stir. The spoon clinked against the bowl, metal against porcelain.
She didn’t look at the screen. She didn’t need to. Different emotions washed through her. First it was fear, the guilt, then anxiety, then fear again. She hadn’t texted April since the day April had texted that she w
