EMILY

There was no need to suspect Calvin. It could be anyone, anyone desperate to cover a story; after all, his family was under the watchful eyes of the public.

Still holding my phone, I stood up from the bed and slipped my feet into my slippers. I pulled up my hair in a messy bun and grabbed the plastic bag that contained chocolate cookies that I bought earlier, then headed out of the room.

The hallway was silent, and when I peeked by the stairs to see if he was in the living room, it was empty.

I placed a hand on my waist and turned towards the library....