CHAPTER 10Sarah
When Sarah pulled into the Walters’ driveway behind Laurel’s hatchback, Jessie was sitting on the stoop with an elderly woman in floral print, a mason jar of daffodils between them. The little girl ran to Sarah, throwing her arms around Sarah’s legs.
“Well, you’re clearly not a stranger,” the woman said, rising.
“Did you find her mom?” Sarah asked, patting Jessie on the head.
Fifteen minutes ago, Sarah’s phone had rung as she sat at her kitchen table, studying for a statistics test she had the next day. The woman on the line had said she’d seen a little girl on her own, dangerously close to the road, picking daffodils at the curb. She had rung the doorbell at Jessie’s house, but no one had answered.
“But how did you get my number?” Sarah had asked, confused.
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