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Fourteen Months Since Megan’s Escape

A way from the streetlights of the surrounding road, the interior of Stellar Heights was an inky dark barely penetrated by the car’s headlights.

As Livia slowly drove the long, winding road that meandered into the heart of the abandoned subdivision, the vehicle’s lights illuminated empty construction sites on either side of the smooth pavement.

Gravel and boulders and large excavated holes meant to be the foundation for never-constructed homes came and went under the glow of Livia’s high beams. With each passing minute she drove into darkness, Livia felt the outside world beyond the berm drift farther and farther away.

She was ready to abandon the journey, to drive Megan home and present this lost girl to her parents and ask for help.

Even admit her mistake for bringing such a fragile girl into this search for answers.

But as Livia lifted her foot to apply the break, the far anterior reach of the headlights fell upon a home—a single home at the end of the tortuous road they had followed for the past few minutes.

And then, under the scant moonlight, five other structures came to life.

Each building sitting on two acres of undeveloped land, this string of six homes and twelve acres made up the whole of Stellar Heights.

Livia stopped the car and surveyed the house captured in the glow of her headlights.

It could have been, Livia surmised, a magnificent home had construction continued.

Red, vibrant brick made up the exterior of the two-story building.

Above the beautifully trellised entryway was the framed glass that overlooked the foyer, reflecting back the lights of Livia’s car.

She could imagine the warm light of a chandelier glowing from within.

Across the entryway where a beautifully stained pine door should stand was, instead, heavy construction plastic, gray and dusty and frayed at the edges.

Megan stepped out of the car and pulled a flashlight from her bag.

Livia followed Megan to the front of the car and watched as she played the industrial-style flashlight over the big house, then turned and pointed the light at the neighboring home and ran its powerful beam over the brick.

Megan turned in a circle, head tilted back, and looked up into the night sky.

Livia knew enough not to interfere. Megan was on her own journey, and Livia was along only for support.

It was a few minutes before Megan spoke.

“There!” she said, pointing to the sky.

Livia looked up to see, high overhead, the lights of a jetliner blinking against the black canvas sky.

Megan closed her eyes and listened, nodding her head.

She looked back to the sky and watched the plane until it was gone from sight and out of earshot.

Then she sat down on the hood of the car and closed her eyes.

After twenty minutes, Livia grew anxious, standing in the dark, abandoned subdivision.

She was gathering the courage to ask some questions when Megan’s eyes shot open, a faint smile finding her face. She began nodding. “Do you hear it?”

Livia listened to the dead night. “Hear what?”

“Wait. It will come again.”

And it did. Faintly in the far distance, Livia heard a train’s whistle.

Megan looked at Livia, locked her eyes with a triumphant stare. “This is where he kept me. In one of these abandoned homes.”

“How do you know, Megan?”

“I’ve searched for months during my lunch hour.

Searched for the right distance from the airport.

The right flight pattern of the planes. The correct height of their approach.

The volume of their engines. And I searched for that whistle.

It belongs to a freight train that runs through Halifax County.

I know, the best I can remember through the haze of my sedation, that it took about an hour that night to transport me from the cellar to the bunker.

With these clues, I visited location after location, but none of them quite fit.

Stellar Heights, though . . . it’s the place that brings all those clues together. ”

Again Megan ran the flashlight around the homes, a point source of light in an otherwise black abyss.

“I’m sure, Livia. This is the place.”