The truth swirls in my head, a yarn of multicolored threads, each in itself a possibility. Taylor. Nikki’s death and that threatening letter. Ray and his unsettling interest in me. Then Chloe’s name comes to mind, the one truthful answer that rises above the rest, while the lie I told still echoes in the grim silence of Daniel’s disbelief. Where the hell are you, Chloe?
