Twenty-five years ago, I escaped. One of us didn't.
We were best friends-Penelope, Emily, and me-growing up in the picture-perfect town of Tranquility Ridge. Pine-lined streets, quaint diners, creaky porch swings. The kind of place nothing bad is supposed to happen.
But the night before my seventeenth birthday, everything changed. Emily invited us to a party.
That's when we were taken.
I woke up shackled to a rusted metal bed. My wrists bled. My ankles bruised. Music blared around the clock-too loud, too cruel. I never saw who did it. I was trained not to look.
I escaped. Penelope didn't. And Emily? She's been lying ever since.
Now, twenty-five years later, a stranger appears with a message, scrawled in Emily's handwriting-a message I never expected to read: Penelope's alive-find her!
