“Hannah Davis?” he said. “Could you come with me, please?”
Her heart dropped. Her mind raced. She hadn’t done anything wrong. She was a nobody. Invisible. What could a police officer possibly want with her?
She packed her bag with trembling hands. The whispers started as she walked to the door—the same whispers, the same pointed stares.
“Hannah Davis,” someone muttered. “What did she do?”
She didn’t know. But she was about to find out.
The Truth That Unfolded
The officer led her to the principal’s office. Her mother was already there, pale and shaking. The principal was standing behind his desk, face unreadable. And on the chair in the corner sat a woman Hannah had never met—an older woman with kind eyes and a small, framed photograph in her hands.
The officer spoke first.
“Miss Davis,” he said gently, “this is Detective Miller. She’s been investigating a cold case for several years. A missing persons case. Your case.”
