The morning before Thanksgiving, Madison texted again. “Hope you enjoy being alone. Maybe you’ll finally understand that actions have consequences.” I almost laughed at the irony. Thanksgiving morning arrived cold and clear. Everything was ready. Everything was perfect.
Then the security system chimed.
My stomach dropped as I pulled up the camera feed. My father’s car sat at the front gate. My mother beside him. Madison in the back seat. Tyler behind them in his own vehicle. Somehow, they had found me.
