I was washing slipped into the sink.
Her voice changed.
I gripped the counter.
She explained that on the last day of the trip, the class had returned to a studio lot.
At some point during the tour, Lily disappeared from the group.
My heart stopped.
They searched everywhere.
Eventually, security contacted them.
Lily had been found outside a restricted soundstage.
She had repeatedly tried to get past a barrier.
The teacher hesitated.
She seemed surprised I didn’t know.
“Max. The actor.”
The name meant nothing to me.
Apparently, Lily had tried multiple times to get into the restricted area.
they would involve police.
She refused to explain herself.
The school filed an incident report.
But because of an administrative mix-up, everyone assumed someone else had contacted me.
The teacher had called because she couldn’t stop thinking about Lily.
When we hung up, I stood beside the sink in shock.
My daughter had disappeared from her group in an unfamiliar city.
She had tried to enter a restricted film set.
And then she had hidden the entire thing from me.
I marched upstairs.
I knocked hard.
“Lily.”
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Silence.
“Who is Max?”
The door opened.
Lily stepped out holding her phone.
Her face was pale.
But she looked determined.
Without speaking, she held the screen in front of me.
There was a photograph of a man.
Dark hair.
Green eyes.
A crooked smile.
And for one disorienting second, I felt something twist in my stomach.
He looked like Lily.
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