“She’s finishing high school!”
Adrian rolled his eyes.
That did something to me.
I grabbed the plate from beneath his knife.
Then threw it against the wall.
Ceramic exploded across the floor.
Adrian barely moved.
“WHERE DID SHE GO?”
“I already told you.”
He wiped butter from his thumb.
“I don’t know.”
“She’s my daughter!”
His eyes finally met mine.
“And this is my house.”
His voice became cold.
“Remember that before you break anything else.”
I DIDN’T SLEEP
I sat on Sophie’s bed until sunrise.
Called her repeatedly.
Voicemail.
Mailbox full.
