Leanne was gone.

Cassidy trembled with the sudden, chasm-opening realization.

Daryl’s wet lashes lifted, and his eyes searched hers. “What happened?”

“I don’t know. How am I in America?” She clutched her blanket. “In Carbondale?”

“I was hoping you could tell me.”

The image of Leanne’s number appearing on Cassidy’s cell phone flashed in her mind’s eye. “She—she called me.”

A strangled noise escaped him. “When?”

“What’s today?”

He named the date and she froze. Six days ago. She was missing almost a week of her life. The conversation she’d heard outside her door returned: whiplash, concussion, post-traumatic amnesia. Short-term memory loss brought on by an injury. In her case, an unexplained car accident with her estranged sister.

Her dead sister.

Oh, God.

“What did she want?”

“I don’t remember. What happened to Leanne?” Cassidy had to know, had to understand her sister’s last moments, their final time together. Why couldn’t she remember?