A child’s pink bicycle lies in salt marsh grass, wheels still spinning. Tide coming in. A police diver’s hand breaks the surface, holding a purple backpack. The name “LUCY” is written in marker on the strap, the ink bleeding into seawater.

Jenn calls it in. “I think Nina believes she’s saving Lucy from something. A ritual. A trip. She wrote ‘Satrip.’”

Jenn sits in her car outside Maisie’s school. She sees her daughter laughing with Chloe, then lying to a teacher about where she was last night. Jenn doesn’t intervene. She starts the engine. She drives home.