His face became still.
“What?”
I showed him the messages.
Dad read each one slowly.
Confusion turned into fear.
“This happened after our date?”
“Yes.”
“We need to contact the police.”
“I told Hannah the same thing.”
“Then why are you here?”
I studied his face.
“Because the sender knows personal information about her. They also knew when I called.”
Dad stared at me.
“You believe I sent these?”
“I do not know what to believe.”
He sank onto the sofa.
