I left. I walked out of that party without a word, the shawl still in my hands. Ten minutes later, as I turned onto the highway, three police cars, sirens screaming, flew past me, heading in the direction of the house I had just left. That’s when I knew. I had been saved from something awful. As I pulled into a gas station to steady my hands, my phone buzzed. A message from Jamie. Three words: Don’t come back. My heart stopped. What had he seen? What did he know? And what was I saved from? This wasn’t over. Not even close.