Logan
The police called me at seven fourteen in the morning.
I knew the exact time because I had been staring at my phone, deciding whether sending Missy another message would violate the promise I made in the park.
I had not contacted her since she walked away.
Not because I did not want to.
Because she had asked me not to.
The restraint felt unnatural.
Then an unfamiliar number appeared on the screen, and for one foolish second, I thought it might be her calling from another phone.
It was not.
“Mr. Carter?”
“Yes.”
“This is Detective Lena Brooks. I am contacting you regarding an active harassment investigation involving Allie Harper.”
My body became still.
“What happened?”
There was a brief pause.
“Are you aware of threatening messages and photographs recently sent to Ms. H
