Sara Calixto Kathrin 3 Kate Carvajal Anny Smith... Direct

She turned the paper over. Nothing.

Sara Calixto found the note tucked inside a secondhand book — The Garden of Evening — which she’d bought for a dollar at a street stall. The paper was thin, yellowed, and written in looping cursive: Sara Calixto Kathrin 3 Kate Carvajal Anny Smith...

“Finish what?” Sara asked.

Sara Calixto, Kathrin, 3, Kate Carvajal, Anny Smith. She turned the paper over

Kate led her to an old diner on the edge of town. In a corner booth sat two others: one older woman with silver-streaked hair, and a young girl, maybe ten, holding a worn teddy bear. and a young girl