Chapter 6
Charlotte
The bow weighed a ton as I held it in my hand. I was scared. Cold. Even my thoughts were frozen. With the cello leaning against my chest, I stared out in front of me. It felt surreal being caught in this nightmare. It was something you’d only hear about on the news or read about in the papers. Girls being kidn*pped. Girls who vanished, never to be seen or heard of again. Their families would plead with the public to come forward with any information about their disappearances. Mine wouldn’t, though. I didn’t have anyone who would search for me. No one would miss me or look for my face in a crowd. I would just stop existing.
I didn’t know which was worse—being kidn*pped, or having no one to search for me. No one to rescue me. It was such a hollow feeling, being withou
