Where did you get that ring

were there?”

“Yes.”

“And they let her?”

I laughed bitterly.

“They asked me not to start drama.”

Daniel exhaled, and I heard something in the background—voices, movement, maybe Vivian shouting.

“Claire, where are you?”

“Gone.”

“Are you safe?”

That question broke something fresh in me.

Not “Are you coming back?”

Not “Can you fix this?”

Are you safe?

“Yes,” I whispered.continue reading …