MERRIELYNN.
Emorie was mid-sentence, her voice bouncing off the walls of the girls’ locker room.
She’d been rambling for ten minutes straight about her family’s spring break vacation, a trip she apparently wanted no part of.
And as she gave me her two cents on why it was the last thing she wanted to do this break, I nodded along, making the occasional sound to show I was listening, but my attention was far from her words.
In my hand was the photo I’d taken from Cormac’s room.
My thumb moved over the image again and again, tracing the edges of the figures frozen in time. Cormac’s face was half-hidden by the camera, but the girl in the picture was clear.
Partially.
Her blonde hair still hung in front of her face as she stood in front of the mirror, clutching a pendant I couldn’t m
