*Carey*

All the way back to the villa, I kept searching the recesses of my mind, trying to imagine where Olivia would go. I had put her three stories up in the back guest room. How did she scale the roof?

My right hand was trembling more than the left as I ran my fingers through my hair. The ride was uncomfortable, and the phone in my pocket was pressing into my thigh when I hit every bump. Yanking it out in frustration, I set it beside me.

Of course, I ...