The Whispers

I hate using the word disappeared. Mama didn’t just disappear into thin air. She was taken. Abducted. Kidnapped. That much I know. I can’t prove it, but I just know it in my gut. Something about the suspicious car that was parked in the driveway that day and the shifty-looking guys who were sitting in it watching the house. But the police have come up empty-handed— no leads, no suspects, no ransom note or call. And I know what some people think— that Mama left of her own free will. They don’t understand that Mama would never do that to me. Not possible. Not even after that Kenny from Kentucky dude showed up and ruined everything.
“I’ve heard it,” Dylan says, saving me from my tongue-tied state. “The story about the Whispers. My grandma used to tell me when I was a kid.”