“No one’s been able to get in touch with him, and Skylar’s a mess.” My chest coils as he continues. “God help me, Memphis. It was the saddest thing I ever saw. That poor girl sat in our living room in her pretty dress with those big hopeful eyes glued to the front door for hours…just waiting for him to walk through it.” He puffs out a breath. “I had no choice but to go out there and tell the limo driver that Mrs. Landrum hired to leave. When I came back, she was gone—”
