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  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
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  55. EPILOGUE
  56. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  57. DISCUSSION QUESTIONS
  58. Also by Rea Frey
  59. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  60. Newsletter Sign-up

“Go.” I know murder is more important than a missing child, but it feels like I’m the one who’s dying.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can. Let me know what you find out at the hospital.” He kisses my cheek and he’s gone. My anxiety peaks as he walks away. Before I can catch my breath, I’m hyperventilating. “I can’t do this without him,” I gasp.

“It’s okay. Let’s just do what he said, okay? I can go to their homes if you want to do the hospital? I know where they live. Unless you need me with you?”

I shake my head and begin to tug the stroller behind me. “No, go. It will be faster if we split up.”

“At least let me walk you there.”

On the way, I try on different scenarios: one of the women from yesterday saw something or knew something. Someone wants a ransom. Someone is angry. I think about what Jake suggested about a scorned lover who might want revenge. A small seed of doubt blossoms, even though I know to the depths of my being Chris would never cheat.

But you couldn’t see him, a small voice reminds me. He could have done anything, and I wouldn’t have known. Am I positive he never cheated?

Yes.

I dismiss those ugly thoughts and mull over other possibilities, but nothing sticks. We stop in front of the sliding glass doors.

“Text me once you find out,” she says.

I take a breath and step inside, wandering forward until I locate an information desk. “Pediatrics?” I ask.

I’m directed to the third floor. I work out my story in my head and then have a paralyzing thought. They’ll need his name. They’ll need my name. I flatten myself against the wall as I come out of the elevator. How the hell will I get records if I can’t tell them this baby’s name? I rush into the bathroom and extract my phone to call Jake.

“You okay?”

“I have a problem.” I relay the conundrum.

“You’re going to have to get creative, Bec. See if they can scan his foot and find him in the system. Make up a story if you have to. He was left on your doorstep, whatever. Just get that footprint.” Jake slams on the horn and curses. “Let me know how it goes, okay?” He punches the horn again. “I’ll be in touch.”

I hang up and steady myself. I can do this. I just need to get the footprint.

20

CRYSTAL

Savi knocks on Bec’s front door and waits. “Where is she?” Her daughter turns, confused. Her cello case bangs dejectedly against her legs.

“I’m not sure,” Crystal says. She dials Bec again, but it goes straight to voice mail. “Let me check that I got the day right.” She did. “Maybe she forgot?”