The Lawn Worker Heard Crying in My Basement and I Knew Something Was Wrong

my arms around her. She felt so fragile. So terrifyingly light.

“I’m so sorry,” I choked out. “I’m so sorry.”

She clung to me, her whole body trembling.

“You came,” she whispered. “I kept drawing you. I knew someday you’d find me.”

Behind me, Detective Bennett turned away, wiping her eyes. In the hallway, Cassandra stood frozen against the wall, her mouth continue reading …