Part 2
The word “basement” seemed to suck all the oxygen out of the room.
Emily’s voice was barely audible, raw from crying, but the terror in it hit harder than a scream.
“They locked me down there,” she whispered. “Please, Dad… please don’t leave me here.”
Linda Wilson moved fast.
“Enough,” she snapped. “She’s manipulating you.”
I stood slowly, helping Emily to her feet while keeping myself between her and the rest of the room. My pulse pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears.
“What basement?” I asked quietly.
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