“Of course everything’s fine,” she croaked. She didn’t even know Emma was in danger-as far as she was concerned, Sutton was still alive, and Emma was experiencing a foster-girl’s dream life with her long-lost sister. But Alex couldn’t know what Emma had just dreamed about. There were no stuffed animals anywhere-the real Sutton had been too mature for toys.Įmma flinched. A German textbook lay open on Sutton’s desk along with a small book of poetry Ethan had given Emma the week before. The girls had their arms slung around each other and flashed peace signs at the camera. this particular photo was taken after a tennis team victory. The computer screen glowed with familiar images of Sutton and her best friends It still shook me that I was carried along with Emma everywhere she went, even into her dreams.Įmma’s fingers trembled as she tugged her light blue pajama top down over her stomach and glanced around Sutton’s bedroom once more. I looked hard at the corner, startled that Thayer wasn’t really there. She touched her neck, and she didn’t feel any evidence that she’d been strangled. Sunlight streamed through the window-it was, indeed, open. She was in Sutton’s bedroom, Sutton’s sheets clinging to her wet skin. The same Kelly Clarkson song blared in her ears.
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