This time, only one sentence.
Emily, I didn’t contact you because of George. I contacted you because of Anna.
My heart began pounding.
I typed:
“Where is she?”
There was no answer for a long time.
Then a photo arrived.
A recent one.
Not from 1989.
I Posted This Photo With My Grandpa on Facebook. Ten Minutes Later, a Stranger Messaged Me: Leave That House. He’s Not the Man You Were Told He Is… I Thought It Was a Scam Until She Sent Me a Photo From 1989, and Grandpa Turned Pale When He Saw It
