“Skye, that’s horrible!” Mom blurts. “Is she alright?”

“No,” I shake my head for emphasis. “The police found her body."

“You know, I think I saw that in the news,” John says. “Let me go search for it.”

Mom stopped eating and was just sitting there looking at me with an unreadable expression on her face. “This is not good,” she finally says. "You just moved into a place by yourself!"

John returns to the patio, scrolling through the pages of the local San Francisco news website on his tablet. “Here,” he points out. “There’s a small mention of it in yesterday’s paper.”

“Tell us,” my Mom demands.

“A body was pulled from a closet of a...

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