“What is this?” I asked, my throat raw.
They exchanged a glance, then Nora spoke, “We’ve been meeting someone… at night.”
“Who?” The question hammered out of me before I could think.
Callie’s fingers trembled as she pulled a folded envelope from beneath the towel’s fold.
Inside were thin, typed letters, each ending with the same warning: “Stay silent, or you’ll lose everything.”