My Daughter Never Came Home from Prom – Eleven Months Later, What I Accidentally Found Hidden Inside My Son’s Beanbag Chair Made Me Go White as a Ghost

That was the last time I heard my daughter’s voice.

At 11:47 p.m., the phone rang.

When I saw the school’s number, my hand began to shake.

“Camila?” Mr. Thomas said. “You and John need to come to the school right now.”

“What happened?”

His voice trembled. “It’s Livia. She stepped outside, and no one has seen her since.”

John was already reaching for the car keys.

But my fear chose a name before the truth had a chance.

“Where’s Mitchell?” I demanded.

Mr. Thomas hesitated. “We don’t know that he has anything to do with this.”