But they would continue checking other avenues—workplaces, hospitals, shelters—and would notify him the moment they found something. When the call ended, the silence pressed in again. Evan sat on the edge of the couch, trying to make sense of what he’d seen.
Why would Lara hide from him? Why would she shake behind the hedge while he called her name? The fear in her movements was unmistakable, real. But the cause made no sense. She hadn’t run from a stranger. She had run from him.