Ford’s POV
When we didn’t find Livia yesterday, I knew there was something awfully wrong. It’s only cemented when Nadine calls me during lunch.
“We were supposed to have a quiz. Livia didn’t show up. Something’s off, Dad.”
“Find her real address and her home number,” I told her.
And that’s what she did.
That’s what led us here.
As I pull up at the house marked in Livia’s school records, everything makes sense. Why she asks to be dropped off at a different neighborhood. Why she’s so secretive about everything. The reason Nadine and I found nothing when we circled the entire neighborhood looking for her yesterday.
The houses in this neighborhood are much smaller. The lawns more unkempt, if there’s even a space to call lawns. Driveways blend into each other because of the lack of space
