"Do you know David?"
She asked me. Her gaze was sincere, as if she truly wanted an answer.
"Yes, I know him," I replied, trying to sound enthusiastic.
The IV in his right hand was still attached, a sign that he hadn’t fully recovered. Fruit and flowers were neatly arranged on the table.
The room felt too big for a little girl who had once been declared missing. I was deeply curious, how could a mother stay calm as if her child had never been gone? I wondered how David managed to brainwash so many people. Did the mother not know that David was the main perpetrator of Kylie’s abduction?
“Kylie, can I ask you something?”
Kylie nodded.
“Do you remember anything that happened before you ended up here?”
Kylie shook her head. Her expression was blank. There was something behind it—either
