The principal called while I was rinsing out Letty’s cereal bowl and trying not to look at the empty hook where Jonathan’s keys still should have been.
« Piper? » he said. His voice was tight. « You need to come in immediately. »
My hand slipped. The bowl cracked against the sink.
« Is Letty okay? »
« She’s safe, » he said quickly. Too quickly. « But six men came in together asking for her by name. My secretary thought we needed security. »
Three months earlier, another careful male voice had told me my husband, Jonathan, was gone.
« You need to come in immediately. »
« Who are they? »
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