Hailey's POV

I sat at my desk staring at the same design sketch for the third time, my pencil hovering over the paper but not moving, nothing made sense anymore, every time I closed my eyes I heard Evans' voice echoing in my head.

The girl in there, Hailey doesn't know anything yet.

What girl, who was he talking about, was it Nancy like Calix kept saying, and if it was Nancy, why was she in our basement, why was Evans keeping her from me.

"Hailey," Claire knocked on my office door, making me jump, "you okay, you've been staring at that paper for twenty minutes."

"I'm fine," I forced...