My best friend, Caitlin, had been there the night Steve disappeared.
She’d held me while I cried on my bedroom floor in a pale blue prom dress I never got to wear outside the house. For twenty-one years, I thought she’d helped me survive the worst night of my life.
I never once asked myself why she knew exactly where to stand when it happened.
My name is Rhonda. I’m forty-one, married to Leonard, and mother to Sienna and Lia. Before that reunion, I would’ve told anyone I’d healed.
She’d held me while I cried on my bedroom floor.
The night of the reunion, Leonard was away for work. He called while I stood in front of my mirror, twisting my wedding ring.