CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHTJenna
August 5, 2016
I have never been in the “back side” of a shopping mall. As I stand next to the desk of the property manager for the Central Plaza Shopping Center, my stomach is twisting and turning.
“She is just a little taller than I am, with long dark hair. Her name is Mallory Shields and she is my best friend and she has . . .” Through my sniffles, I describe Mallory to the security guards standing in the office.
Gus, the property manager, stands up from his desk and puts his hand on my shoulder. I immediately pull away, feeling nauseous.
“Ma’am, it’s okay. We will find your friend.” I sense his concern but then also his feeling of me being overly dramatic. “Which store were you last in when you saw her?”
“We were in Famous Footwear.” I take a tissue from
