“Lacey,” I yelled into the darkness. I stopped, breathing hard, waiting for a reply. But nothing came. Fuck. Maybe I was way off base here. She’d obviously taken off for a reason, not wanting to be found. She could have gone back up one of the beach paths and gotten an Uber. With every cell of my body, I hoped she was tucked up in the back of a car right now, devastated, but safely on her way home. I couldn’t shake the sense that she wasn’t.
