JESSY

Sleep refused to come. I tossed on my bed, staring at the ceiling while the city outside my window hummed with its usual midnight restlessness. My sheets felt like chains, clinging to my skin, suffocating me with questions I had no answers to. Nia was still missing. My sister was still out there, and every hour that passed gnawed at my sanity. Dad said he was doing everything he could, but I had stopped believing him a long time ago.

There was something he wasn’t telling me. I saw ...