Searching the house had offered nothing but silence, and staring at her locked phone felt like staring at a door he no longer had the key to. He needed to talk to someone—someone who knew her well enough to help him understand. He scrolled through his contacts before stopping at Elise’s name.
She was Lara’s closest friend, the person Lara confided in when she didn’t want to burden him. If anyone knew where she might have gone—or why she’d run—it would be her. Evan pressed call before he could overthink it. Elise answered on the second ring, her voice hushed as if she’d stepped away from something.