Below it—
A photograph.
Short blonde hair framing her face. A small, confident smile.
Sophie Lewis.
CHAPTER 18
Missing
My heart starts racing.
My head spins as I stare at the flyer.
Missing?
We just saw her two nights ago at dinner.
Missing how? When?
A cold feeling crawls up my spine.
And then another thought hits me.
Nadia.
How does Nadia know Sophie Lewis? I need answers.
“Excuse me,” I mutter quickly to Andrew and James.
Neither of them seems to notice how fast I’m moving as I step away. I hurry down the hallway, scanning the rows of cubicles. Nadia’s desk is near the far corner. I spot her just as she’s gathering her bag. She’s crying. Quietly wiping her face with a tissue while shutting down her computer.
“Nadia,” I say gently.
She looks up, startled.
“Oh—sorry,” she says quickly, embarrassed, brushing the tears from her cheeks.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” I say. “But… How do you know Sophie Lewis?”
Her expression shifts immediately.
“You know my sister?”
Something in me pulls tight without warning.
“Your sister?”
“Yes,” Nadia says. “Sophie’s my sister.”
“Oh,” I say quickly. “Yes—uh—she works with my husband. My husband’s a doctor too.”
Nadia looks slightly confused but nods.
“She was supposed to meet me two nights ago,” she says. “She just… didn’t show up.” Her voice shakes slightly. “That’s not like her.” She wipes another tear from her face. “It was my son’s—Uh, Her nephew’s birthday the next day.” she explains. “We were going to surprise him that night with a gift.” She exhales shakily. “I waited for her for hours.”
My heart begins beating harder.
