Chapter 11: Vanished Without a Trace

Night had fallen. Amy sat on the staircase, her head tilted to rest against the banister, holding the freshly mended uniform in her hands. A faint smile curved her lips as she murmured softly, “Tom, I’m not crying. Don’t worry about me. From now on, I won’t cry anymore.” Zack had just entered the hall when he caught the tail end of her words. Though the beginning was too faint to catch, the last sentence came through clearly. He crouched down in front of her, studying her sleeping...