A R I A
The house is unusually quiet as we make our way through the hallway after Gabi.
Angela, Marc, and Oliver are all in the living room, eyes glued to the TV screen. Marc's on the edge of the couch, hands clasped tight, Oliver pale, and Angela unusually still.
Everyone's watching the news.
And I know. I know even before I look.
Jessica Sanders.
A photo of her—one of those high school yearbook types, smiling awkwardly—fills the screen. The news anchor is speaking, solemn and serious.
"...confirmed earlier today that the remains found in the ravine just outside of town have been identified as twenty-two-year-old Jessica Sanders, who went missing nearly three weeks ago..."
My stomach drops.
The room tilts slightly, my ears ringing with white noise as I take in the words I thought
