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“THAT’S RIGHT,” Nick said, his expression serious.

“Annabel didn’t tell me.” Bridget had guessed something was wrong, but she hadn’t realized it was this serious. Oh, God. Poor Annabel.

“You’ve talked to Annabel recently?” Nick asked.

“She was here last night, wanting me to do an analysis for her daughter. She admitted that she was worried about Tara. But she didn’t tell me she’d run away from home.”

Bridget studied the photograph again. This closeup provided a much clearer portrayal of Tara than the family picture on the Christmas card. Tara was at that awkward adolescent stage, not yet pretty, but with potential. While the picture wasn’t flattering, it had captured a lot of emotion.