Daniel 

      

    Lucio and I had been parked outside Kate’s house for the last two hours. 

    “You’re sure this is where we need to start looking?” Lucio glanced my way. 

    “If Viola had half the chance to go somewhere, it would be here.”  

    I stared out the window. The house still looked the same. Blue panels with white-framed windows. After Viola left, I drove past this house at least a hundred times just to push the stake deeper into my chest.  

    The brown bench was still in the same spot on the porch. We spent countless nights sitting on that bench, talking, kissing, joking, laughing—and, of course, watching sunrises together. 

      

    “Happy...