*Harper*
The next morning, I snatched the newspaper off the front steps and scanned the front page. There it was, the thing I'd been dreading.
The headline read “Oliver Crest's Next Victim."
I didn't bother with the article, at least not yet, but I looked at the pictures. Fortunately, the photographer hadn't gotten a clear shot of me. That didn't change the fact that there were still pictures of me by the pool with Oliver.
I shuddered and ran my thumb over the glossy page. I could make out some of my features, like my hair color, and my bathing suit, and it was obvious that I was young. I knew if my parents saw it, they'd recognize me immediately.
It didn't help that the photo caption had my name, well my first name. He must have heard Oliver or Rebecca say my name before he snapped t
