#21: Face to Face
When Ben returned, he quietly opened the car door. “Come inside,” he said, his voice flat and serious. Jamie froze for a moment, then forced himself to follow. His pulse hammered in his ears as he stepped through the doorway, bracing for what he might find.

Inside, his worst fear materialized. Stacy sat on the couch, her hands trembling in her lap—and beside her sat the bald man from his daughter’s drawing. Jamie’s chest tightened as he demanded answers. The air grew heavy with silence before Stacy finally began to speak.
