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.

I stared at Ben.

He looked just as frightened as I felt.

Then Detective Grant whispered:

"And according to the surviving records, that child was living in your house for years."

The room began to spin.

A boy.

Hidden.

Forgotten.

Someone I'd once known.

Someone my parents used to frighten me into silence.

I looked toward Ruth's old bedroom.

And suddenly remembered something she'd told me the day I escaped.

*One day, Stacey, you'll remember why they needed you to stay.*

I had always thought she meant the money.

But now I understood.

There had been another reason.

Another person.

Another life hidden behind the walls of that house.

Then my phone vibrated again.

An unknown number.

A photograph appeared.

It showed my parents' old home.

The bedroom window.

The locked hallway.

And a boy standing behind the upstairs curtains.

The photograph was recent.

Taken that morning.

My hands began shaking.