The Third Girl

Twenty-five years ago I escaped. One of us didn't.

Penelope, Emily and I were best friends growing up in the picture-perfect town of Tranquility Ridge. Pine-lined streets, quaint diners, creaky porch swings. The kind of place where nothing bad is supposed to happen. But the night before my seventeenth birthday, Emily invited us to a party, and everything changed. That's when we were taken.