"Don't you know something?"
Mike slammed the door behind him, his voice a mixture of desperation and reproach. His eyes were on me, cutting through the brittle composure I had attempted to preserve since Mia vanished.
I was sitting on the couch, holding my phone in one hand, waiting for an update that was not coming, when I looked up. "Mike, I—"
He interrupted me and yelled, "Don't lie to me." He ran a hand through his already unkempt hair and paced the room like an animal in a cage. "Cath, I see it in your face. I need you to tell me what it is that you are concealing. Right now.
I was gutted when his voice broke on the final syllable. Speaking aloud felt like standing on a precipice and gazing into space, yet the truth was weighing down my chest like a burden I could no longer suppor
