Doug didn’t know the section of town, but he had received a call, a stranger with a tip.
The ruined house was squished between two others that had “Condemned” signs on the doors.
He hesitated, but there was no denying the car. Covered in dents and missing a mirror, the car was spotless three years earlier when Em had disappeared on her 17th birthday..
Doug climbed the trash-covered steps and knocked.
There was no answer.
The door wasn’t locked. He entered.
Em, thin and pale, stared with hollow eyes. He picked her up and cuddled her.
“Let’s go home.”
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