I nod silently.
She points to a chair across from her desk. “Take a seat.”
I sit, sun rays stabbing through the window acts as a spotlight on my face. I hold my breath.
“It’s Alyssa. They’ve called off the search.”
My eyes widen.
“I know this is hard for you. You two were so close.” Ms. Wilson’s voice is soft, empathetic.
“I. . . I don’t know what to say.” I see Alyssa--blue, cold, half-buried. “Thank you for telling me,” I mutter, swallowing relief.