He wasn't holding her in place.
He was reminding her she wasn't alone.
"What do you remember?" I asked quietly.
Rylie closed her eyes.
"I remember Emily."
The room fell silent.
"She kept disappearing."
"When?"
"Late."
"Every night?"
"No."
She frowned.
"Three nights."
"Always after lights out."
I wrote it down.
"Did anyone notice?"
"Cynthia did."
Victim One.
"What did Cynthia say?"
Rylie almost smiled.
"She thought Emily had a boyfriend."
"And you?"
"I believed her."
"What about Melissa?"
"She teased Emily every morning."
"Did Emily ever admit it?"
"No."
"What was she really doing?"
Rylie's breathing slowed.
"I followed her."