Wondering Who Knew
With everything I’d gathered, it struck me that perhaps more people knew what was happening to Susan but didn’t step in. In a small town, word travels fast, yet maybe they dismissed it or feared getting involved. The thought made my skin crawl—how had she been left to face this alone? The frustration of knowing she’d been isolated for so long only strengthened my resolve: I wasn’t going to let her down like others had.
Wondering Who Knew
Meeting Detective Harris
I sat across from Detective Harris, trying to organize everything in my mind. “Here’s what I found out about Susan,” I began, laying it all out. This wasn’t an ordinary case, and I could tell he grasped the gravity of the situation. Harris nodded, taking notes, his expression thoughtful and serious. I felt a measure of relief knowing we were tackling this together, hoping it would help uncover the truth about what had really happened to Susan.
Meeting Detective Harris
