Jess Navarro read the text for the fourth time, sitting cross legged on her bed with her laptop glowing beside her.
Autumn: Jess, something is wrong. I can't explain right now. If you get this, please come get me. Please. I'm at Gabriel Moreau's house. Please help me. I'm scared.
Something about it made her stomach drop. It wasn't even the words. It was the way they were put together. Autumn never wrote like that. Autumn used commas and made jokes even when she was upset. All she could get from the message was fear.
Jess called her and it went straight to voicemail. She called again. Same thing.
"Okay," she said out loud to her empty room. "Okay, this is fine. This is nothing."
She didn't believe herself for a second.
She threw on her coat and walked across campus to the registrar's
