Zoey's POV

We had been sat in this office for hours now. Why weren't they letting us be with our moms? Since Kathryn told the police that she had two more sisters, she had been carted out of the room and we had been questioned over and over again. I was beginning to think we would never get out of here.

"Ruth Paige Hastings can you come with us please." She leaped off the chair as if it had burned her and walked towards the door. I knew why they wanted her. Ruth hadn't spoken since we arrived here, and she had twisted her black wristband round and round her finger so much that blood had dripped onto the grey carpet. The policeman supervising us hadn't even blinked. I couldn't remember his name, something that began with a T…

"Zoey Estelle Marin. Your turn"

What the heck did they want me for? I'd done nothing wrong, had I?

"Alright Zoey I need you to answer the following questions for me. How many of you kids were there?"

"Nine"

"And what are the names of the two missing girls?"

"Ella and Shantel Vanderwaal"

"How old were they?"

"Ella's 10 and Shan's 7"

"When did you last see them?"

"Before the siren went off – we were playing snap. Shan lost and walked out. Ella followed her."

"Thank you Zoey, you can go wait with your family now."

I walked down the hallway and into a room with tons of people piled on to five sofas. I jumped onto my mom's lap and glanced at the woman sat next to her.

"Hey Zoey, I'm your grandma" But I didn't have the energy to respond, closing my eyes and falling into darkness.