Where did you get that ring

on you.”

I laughed bitterly. “After leaving me at a bus stop?”

“Yes. Officer Price found that interesting too.”

Margaret handed me my cellphone. “They had left this on your kitchen counter. Police recovered it.”

I turned it on.

Forty-seven missed calls.

Twenty-three from Diane.

Fifteen from Robert.

Nine from Caleb.

Dozens of text messages.

Mom, call us.

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