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The girl was familiar. So familiar…

Becca stared at her hard, putting a physical effort into it.

Is she someone I know?

Becca struggled to remember. Who was she?

Distantly, she felt the light-headedness, the clammy warning that she was about to pass out.

“Who are you?” she called, but the rising wind threw the words back into her throat.

The phantom girl took a step forward, the tips of her boots balanced over the edge of the cliff. Becca reached out an arm. He mouth opened in protest.

“Stop! Stop!”

Was she going to throw herself to her death?

Becca lunged forward just as the girl turned to face her. Instead of a profile shot, Becca caught a full-on view of her face.

“Jessie?” she whispered in shock.

Jessie Brentwood? Her missing classmate? Gone for twenty years…