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"The door wasn't locked."

"Did she go inside?"

"Yes."

"Were the lights on?"

"No."

"How could she see?"

"There was a lantern."

"Inside?"

Rylie nodded.

"I looked through the window."

Her voice became little more than a whisper.

"Emily wasn't alone."

My pulse quickened.

"Who was with her?"

"A little girl."

Trigger's arm tightened around her shoulders.

"The same girl from the Polaroid?"

"Yes."

"Emma?"

Tears filled Rylie's eyes.

"I remember now."

"Emily gave her food."

The room fell silent.

"A sandwich."

"A blanket."

"And..."

She stopped.

"And?"

"Emily brushed her hair."

Nobody spoke.