Author name: Hauda.A

Emma stood in front of a map of the United States, red pins marking every place she’d never been. Forty-seven […]

Emma couldn’t remember Wednesday. She knew it had happened. There was evidence—texts she’d sent, meals she’d apparently eaten, a therapy

They arrived at Linda Sterling’s house to find it surrounded by police vehicles, lights flashing, agents everywhere. But no sounds

Emma spent November 18th—her actual birthday—in a hotel room, watching news coverage of the fire and Constance’s disappearance. The media

The fire started at 2 AM. Emma woke to the smell of smoke and the sound of alarms screaming through

Emma woke up in Isobel’s bed, wearing Isobel’s nightgown, staring at Isobel’s ceiling. She didn’t remember putting on the nightgown.

The next morning, Emma woke to find Alexander sitting at the foot of her bed, holding a small velvet box.

Emma stared at her phone for twenty minutes before she found the courage to dial. She hadn’t spoken to her

The exhumation happened on day three of the two-week countdown. Emma stood with Alexander and Isla in the garden as

Alexander read for six hours straight. Emma knew because she could hear him in the study—the sound of paper rustling,