My Missing Best Friend
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We were in the middle of dinner when Mark suddenly set down his fork. He looked at me and asked, “Who is Walter Briggs?”
My chopsticks froze in mid-air.
My heart skipped a beat.
Walter Briggs.
It was a fake name, something Cecilia and I had invented one drunken night. We made a pact: if one of us ever got into trouble and couldn't be reached, "Walter Briggs" would be the code.
Besides me and her, no one else knew that name.
And Cecilia… had been missing for a month.
She said she was going on a trip to Thailand.
And she never came back.
