Their Perfect Lie, My Unseen Truth
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ue. Her expression, still softened by her call with Hope, hardened into one of annoyanc
dear?" she asked, her voi
in concentration. "Almost. It's wa
pled, a clear indication he' d rushed straight from the hospital. His face was pale, his eyes wide with concern. He a
going on? I just heard about a Jane Doe, a young
tion in his eyes. "Kyle, son. What are
She hasn't been answering her phone all day." Kyle's gaze swept around the room,
Fawn. Who knows where that one is. Probably off somewhere, sulking because she could
authority. "That's not fair! Fawn's not selfish. She just... she feels m
calls when she wants something. Or when she's causing trouble. She knew we were busy. Hope's
ly upset earlier. She texted me asking if I'd heard from you or Mom, said she was i
Fawn's definition of trouble is probably running out of tatto
yes scanning the water-stained words. H
She's a grown woman. If she wants to play games and disappear before important family events, th
ooked at my parents, then at my body, a desperate comprehen
his fingers flying across the screen.
er phone off to avoid responsibility. Let her live with th
e, his expression solemn. He caught sight of
s voice flat, his eyes still on his phone,
nt?" Deborah asked, regaining her profession
d my covered form. "But we've got some new information from the preliminary scene. There's a mis
the note, his eyes narrowed. "
barely a whisper. He looked direct
ken only by the frantic, silent clicking of
voice low and dangerous. "Fawn isn't missing. She's... she
the tension. "It was ransacked. And her landlord said she hadn't been seen in over
No. That's impossible. Fawn wouldn't... she would never
's voice was hollow, filled with a sudden, chilling reali
, his face a mask of horror. "Dad... Mom... Fawn's not answering. She's not answeri
Bishop... the missing persons report came in late last night. We assumed Fa
aling. "We thought she was just avoiding Hope's
ir sudden, terrifying insight. They had dismissed me, judged me, b