The Woman in Red Who Brought Trouble to Miller’s Lane

“…I’m calling the police right now.”

The words landed harder than the river had.

Jack stayed where he was, kneeling in the mud, chest still heaving from the swim. Water dripped from his hair, his hands, his jeans. For a second, he just blinked at her, like maybe he’d misheard.

Behind him, Mia’s small voice trembled.