After they left, Evan couldn’t sleep. Every time he shut his eyes, he saw the footage—Lara crouched beside the house, hiding from him, waiting until he stepped back inside before bolting down the street barefoot. The image replayed over and over until it blurred with dread.
Dawn was just brushing the windows when his phone finally rang. The officer’s voice was calm, measured. They hadn’t found any leads from the phone. No contacts she’d reached out to. No obvious reason she’d run.