Aurora’s boots crunched against the dry leaves on the path as the cottage faded behind her. The sky was painted in the dull orange of a sunset heralding the oncoming night, and the weight in her chest felt heavier than it had in years. Every word from Chloe’s mother echoed in her head like a drumbeat. She wasn’t scared. She was furious.

Her fingers tightened around the worn leather of her notebook, and she stared down at the name she’d underlined twice.

Graham.

Aurora made her way down the trail until the town came into view. She considered going back to her hotel to rest before she completed the investigation...