I Found a 12-Year-Old Girl Hiding in a Closet. She'd Been Missing for 3 Years. And She Knew My Name. s1791
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Chapter 6 / 9
Chapter 7 - THE MIRROR
I ran.
Out of the apartment. Down the stairs. My knee screaming, my lungs burning. I didn't stop until I was back in the lobby, back in my chair, back in front of the monitors.
The screens were all the same. Empty hallways. Empty parking lot. Empty world.
I looked at my reflection in the dark glass of the monitor. An old man. Gray hair. Tired eyes. A face I barely recognized anymore.
The phone buzzed.
You can't run from this. You know what you did.
I typed back with shaking fingers: I don't know what you're talking about.
The reply was instant.
You were the one who found her. Three years ago. In that apartment. You were the one who called it in.
May you like
My hands went cold.
You were the one who let him get away.
