“I mean it.”
“You don’t even know him,” she said. “You only know his mother, and that’s not the same thing.”
Liam tugged gently on her arm. “Liv, come on. We’re going to be late.”
She looked at me one last time.
“Can I have one night where you trust me?”
“Trust isn’t the problem.”
She stared at me, hurt hardening into anger.
“It never is with you.”
Then she walked down the porch steps with Liam.
That was the last time I heard my daughter’s voice.
At 11:47 p.m., the phone rang.
When I saw the school’s number, my hand began to shake.
“Camila?” Mr. Thomas said. “You and John need to come to the school right now.”
“What happened?”
His voice trembled. “It’s Livia. She stepped outside, and no one has seen her since.”
John was already reaching for the car keys.
