Morning came too early, though Olivia doubted she had slept more than a handful of minutes. The letter had burned itself into her mind, every word etched deep into the fabric of her thoughts. The girl I broke. The cruel handwriting might as well have been seared into her skin.
Lucas had stayed awake most of the night too. She had heard the soft rustle of his movements, the quiet, clipped tone of his voice as he made calls to security firms, his inner circle, anyone who could offer even the faintest lead. But Emily was always a ghost, slipping away before anyone could catch hold of her.
Now, as the first pale rays of daylight spilled through the curtains, Olivia sat at the kitchen island, staring into a cup of untouched tea. Lucas leaned against the counter across from her, sleeves rolled
