“What are you talking about, Noah?”
“The truth is that Lily didn’t wander off; she ran,” Noah said. He glared at Caleb. “Because of him. He was hurting her. For months. Grabbing her, going through her phone, screaming at her—”
“Liar!” Caleb stood.
“Lily showed me a text message he sent, warning her that if she told anyone, he would hurt you, Mom. So she ran. She sewed her locket in that pillow and she told me: if I don’t come back by the third day, I made it out. Don’t tell Mom. She won’t believe you.”
I turned toward Caleb.
He was staring at Noah with a look I had never seen in his eyes before, filled with rage and hatred.
“Where did she go, Noah?” Caleb asked in a low voice.
“I’m not telling you!”
