21
Sera
When we called the diner looking for Sam, they’d said his shift had ended and he’d already left. That was all they knew.
“He told me he was going to stay at a friend’s house,” I said, after Fred hung up the phone. “A guy named Mac. Do you know him?”
He sighed. “Not really. I believe they go bowling once in a while. I don’t know his last name.”
“What should we do?” I asked him.
“I’m going to call the police. See if they’ve heard from him.”
“Good idea. He was going to call Sheriff Dooly. Maybe they’re together.” Unfortunately, something told me that they weren’t. That Emma was right and Sam was dead. There was no way I’d give up hope, though. Not until there was evidence.
Emma grabbed my hand. “I want to go home, Mommy.”
“We will,” said Fred, answering for me. “I’ll drop you
