My daughter was rescued.
So whose child was this?
"Call the police. We have to call the police. I want justice for this child."
I screamed until my voice broke. Austin and Jessica pinned my arms down, stopping me from dialing.
"Zoey, it's New Year's—do you have to make trouble?"
"Maya was too playful and hid in the wrong place. You can't blame anyone."
Those familiar words sent ice flooding through my veins.
My instincts were right.
My daughter's death in that cellar wasn't an accident.
It was a trap. Planned by this entire family.
But why?
"Austin, how are you so certain the body down there is Maya?"
"Who else would it be? The jacket matches. The watch matches. It has to be her."
A cold laugh escaped me. "So you really were hoping the dead one would be Maya."
I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed.
