![]() ![]() What happened to her? she typed, and then swiped the blade over her legs again, hoping that this time she’d managed to avoid cutting herself. Invisible as Lila had been before Macie lifted her into something that resembled popularity. She recognized the girl, the plain angles of her face, how she’d hidden behind a veil of hair as she hurried through the hallways of East Pritchard Middle. Lila set the razor down and wiped her hands on the towel hanging from the rack before grabbing her phone to pull up the picture. The cut on her ankle stung as she splashed water over it. Lila glanced at her phone as she balanced one slippery leg on the edge of the tub, her mother’s forbidden razor in her hand. Macie had sent her a screenshot, and the picture showed a girl only slightly younger than they were-twelve, or a mature eleven-with lank, dark hair and deep-set eyes the color of pond water. There was blood in the water-a dull pink bloom-the morning Lila Sawyer heard about the first missing girl. ![]()
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