Chapter 7
ROSE'S POINT OF VIEW
My phone buzzed while I was getting my nails done. Normally, I'd ignore it, Tuesday afternoons are my me-time, after all. But something made me look. Maybe it was intuition. Maybe it was fate. Maybe it was just that delicious feeling I'd had all morning, like something wonderful was about to happen.
The headline made me smear the perfect French manicure Julie had just finished on my right hand.
"LOCAL WOMAN FEARED DEAD AFTER CAR FOUND IN RIVER"
My hands shook as I clicked the link, not caring about the ruined nail polish. There it was, in clean black and white: Camille Elizabeth Lewis, age 25, presumed dead after her car was discovered in the Morton River early Tuesday morning. No body recovered. Search ongoing.
"Oh my God," I whispered, but inside, fir
