“What is it, Cora?” I whisper, wanting to let her go at her own pace but also dying to know. “The man,” she says, looking up and meeting my gaze. “Don’t you remember him, Ella?” “I – I didn’t see him, Cora,” I say, shaking my head. “I didn’t see what you saw in the hypnosis. Maybe if I did – I’d h

“Good,” I say, standing up straight and nodding, looking back to my phone to again chase down that sketch artist. “You’ll go tonight. Take Cora.” “What?!” “After she is done with the sketch artist,” I continue, looking up to meet his eyes seriously. “You’ll take her to this library with you.” “Wh

“Yup,” Roger says. “Are you ready to go in? Do you need a minute?” I stretch in my seat, my eyes closed, and take a mental inventory of myself. Body? Stiff, but all right. Mind? Thoroughly shaken. Heart? …best left uninvestigated, for the moment. “Yup,” I say, turning a sunny smile Roger’s way. H

I turn the page, seeking more, but am shocked and disappointed to find that that’s the end. “That’s it?” I gasp. “It’s enough,” Roger says, his hand flattening against my back. I turn to him, not knowing what to do. “Are you sure, Cora?” he asks me, turning the page back and pointing to the picture

And I do. I know it, deep down in my gut, that I trust him to get us out of this. But instead of telling him that, I just nod, sitting back tensely in my seat as we retrace the ground we’ve already crossed. Even as we drive back down the road, though, the storm does not let up. Lightening crashes ar