He pulled the photo she’d shoved into his hands yesterday out of his jacket pocket and held it up to her. “This is your sister? Your sister who was kidnapped and supposedly murdered twenty years ago?” “Yeah, why? Wait, what do you mean ‘supposedly’?” Emilie waited for the punch line to the joke, and when it came, it just felt like a punch. “Because she wasn’t murdered in the woods.” “How do you know?” “Because…when we were lost in the woods, we saw her.”
