Fawn’s POV
They would have had a visit from the police by now. Some polite man or woman in uniform standing awkwardly in their tiny living room, hat in their hands, saying words like tragic and accident and we’re so sorry. Dad would’ve gone quiet in that scary way he did when he was trying not to fall apart; Mom would’ve gone straight to busy, making tea, asking if the officer wanted something to eat while her world cracked in half.
Their only daughter. Gone.
My throat closed. I looked away from the ceiling blinking away tears.
Blake must’ve sensed something shift inside me, because he said, without looking at me, “You’re frowning.”
“You’re observant,” I said. My voice came out rough. “Put that on your business profile.”
He didn’t rise to the bait. “What are you thinking about?”
“No
