Jaime’s brother was like a ray of sunshine; positive and radiant. And now he was missing. Vanished like a ghost from the misty streets of the small town they lived in with their little broken family. Tracing back the time, Jaime could pinpoint the exact moment things started to change with her brother. His smile faded. His eyes were constantly glued to the door and his back to the wall. It was Evander but Evander slightly to the left. And then came the night terrors. The paranoia. He was convinced someone was following him. And now, Jaime was worried someone really was.

Evander had been missing for two weeks now. What did the stats say? The likelihood of a kid being found alive after 24 hours was slim to none? Regardless, she knew in her heart of hearts he was out there. And dead or alive, she was going to find him.