With a shaky breath, I return to the notebook. Elijah’s printing litters the second to the last page, and the content pulls a gasp from my lips. The top line reads, Where did L.A. go? The remaining lines serves as a written summary of every theory regarding Leesa’s disappearance to ever reach my ears. At the bottom, the line Hire an investigator is underlined. I gawk at the page, struggling to keep my mind from exploding over the evidence in front of my face. Elijah isn’t responsible for my sister’s disappearance. If he were, he wouldn’t need a list to figure out her current location.
