Was Kathrine ever kidnapped?
The question refused to leave Anna's mind.
She sat curled up on the edge of her bed, her phone lying forgotten beside her, the room dim except for the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Outside, the Bennett mansion was unusually quiet—but inside her head, everything was unbearably loud.
Ethan's words echoed again and again, each repetition tightening something in her chest.
Why were you and Kathrine crying? If you tell me what those things are, I'll tell you where she is.
He hadn't said much. In fact, he had been careful—too careful. But Anna wasn't blind. She had seen it in his eyes. That seriousness didn't come from simple concern. It came from caution. From realization. From something not adding up.
Anna leaned back against the headboard and closed her eyes.
