Home Entertainment Game Technology Advertisement Part 2: For eight years, my parents made me leave the house every time my brother brought his fiance over; Mom said, “She comes from a good family, don’t embarrass us”; Dad added, “Just disappear for the weekend”; I did; then one weekend, I never came back; it took them four years to find out where I went.

"Nineteen."

"And how long did that continue?"

"About eight years."

He lowered his pen.

"Did you ever try to leave?"

I swallowed.

"At first."

My voice became smaller.

"They told me I wasn't well enough."

I remembered the nights I stood beside my bedroom door, listening for footsteps.

The mornings my mother counted my pills.

The way my father told me the outside world was dangerous.

Eventually, I stopped asking.

Not because I believed them completely.

Because I was tired of being told every wish for independence proved something was wrong with me.

Detective Grant asked, "Did you know your family was telling other people you had died?"

"No."

I looked at Avery.

"I found out only when I saw the memorial in our house."

He nodded.

Then examined Nina Price's photograph.

"Do you remember anything unusual about her?"

I stared at the picture.

For several seconds, nothing came.

Then a memory surfaced.