Mia read the message three times before her hands stopped shaking enough to type a reply.
Who is this. What do you want.
No response came. Whoever had taken Nadia wasn't answering questions. They wanted Mia moving, not talking.
She went back into Nadia's room instead of waiting for a reply that wasn't coming, forcing herself to look properly this time instead of just at the empty bed. The window was cracked open, but the latch beneath it hadn't been forced — no scratches, no broken hardware, nothing that suggested someone had climbed in from outside.
"They came through the front," Mia said slowly. "Or she let them in herself."
Her mother's breath caught. "Nadia wouldn't—"
"Not knowingly." Mia's mind raced. "But if someone she trusted knocked on that door tonight, someone she had no r
