There were six messages from an unknown number, all sent around five that morning. The first was a photo of a newspaper headline: Woman Dies in Crash, Husband Questioned. My mother\u2019s photo was beneath it. I had never seen that article. Then came a picture of Jessica\u2019s own front door, taken in the dark. Then one last text. He killed his first wife. Stay away, or you\u2019ll be next.<\/p>\n
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My hands went cold. \u201cI bet this is why they all disappeared,\u201d Jessica whispered. \u201cI bet every one of them got this.\u201d She zoomed in on the photo of her door. In the reflection of her glass storm door, half hidden by the porch light, stood the person who had taken it. A woman in a long red wool coat. I knew that coat. I had bought it for Christmas.<\/p>\n
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