CASSY
I make it back to the penthouse by eight-thirty. My hands are shaking so badly I can barely press the elevator button.
Delilah is on the couch, halfway through another movie. She looks up when I walk in.
"Hey, how was your walk?" she asks. Then she sees my face. "Cass? What's wrong?"
"Nothing," I lie. "I'm just tired. I'm going to bed."
"It's barely nine…"
"I'm tired, Delilah."
I walk to the bedroom before she can ask more questions. Close the door and lock it.
Then I sit on the edge of Sienna's bed… our bed and stare at the folder in my hands.
Daniel Ross. Investigative journalist.
-You're not the first.-
The photos of those girls burned into my mind. Emily, Sarah and Grace. All of them had similar features like me. All of them were destroyed.
I should throw this away. I
