I stared at the screen while my mind tried to keep up. Eight different lives. Eight different names. Eight different birthdays. Eight chances to disappear.
Whoever had done this hadn't been covering up a crime. They had been hiding a survivor and Drake looked at me.
"What are you thinking?" Drake asked and I didn't answer right away.
Instead, I walked toward the window overlooking the lake behind the clubhouse.
The afternoon sunlight danced across the water while a few neighborhood kids skipped rocks along the shoreline, and their laughter drifted through the cracked window. I watched them for several seconds. They looked carefree, safe and normal.
I couldn't remember ever feeling like that as a child. I had grown up learning how to survive before I had learned how to trust and Drake
