I opened the paper to an inner page where the piece continued. There were photos of two missing kids. Rafe and Nicole. "How the hell did they get Rafe's picture?" Sam muttered.
"Those aren't us," I said.
"Convenient," the server muttered.
It wasn't convenient. It was intentional. Submit photos of the kids they knew weren't wandering around the forest.
There was a class picture at the bottom of the article. It was tiny and blurred, although my copy at home was perfect.
"We're in this one." I pointed to the class shot. "That's me, and that's Sam over there."
"I think that's Bryan," Sam said.
"Is it?" I squinted. "Maybe…"
It was impossible to tell, really.
"Those aren't us," I said.
"Convenient," the server muttered.
It wasn't convenient. It was intentional. Submit photos of the kids they knew weren't wandering around the forest.
There was a class picture at the bottom of the article. It was tiny and blurred, although my copy at home was perfect.
"We're in this one." I pointed to the class shot. "That's me, and that's Sam over there."
"I think that's Bryan," Sam said.
"Is it?" I squinted. "Maybe…"
It was impossible to tell, really.
( Kelley Armstrong )
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