CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Who are you really?
My stomach churns like the spin cycle of a washing machine. This has to be a prank. Someone thinks it’s funny to pretend to be a missing person. I glance up again, staring at everyone over the top of the partitions. No one looks in my direction other than Joshua in the desk behind mine.
“What?” he snaps.
I shake my head and sit down. Another message appears.
I am Annie.
I bite my lips hard enough to draw blood. I hit the camera button to enable a video call and get an error message saying this call cannot be connected. I type out a message. If you are Annie Seramoph . . . then where are you?
There’s a long pause before those little moving dots appear again.
I don’t know.
That isn’t good enough. If this is Annie, how could she not know where she
