Mystery of the Missing Dormmates

I locked my face into a cold, hard mask and stopped trying to reason with them.

Kathryn's mother went quiet for a second, her face turning red.

"Enough! Everyone, be quiet!"

Finally, one of the school administrators raised his voice and shut down the chaos.

"Our priority right now is finding the missing students, not bickering with each other."

He turned to Professor Mann. "Professor, take the parents and search the girls' beds and personal things. See if there are any clues. Elena, you come too. You live with them—you might know their habits better."

They were about to go through their stuff.

Giselle's mother immediately objected. "Why should you search through Giselle's things? That's private!"

"Your daughter is missing! Privacy isn't the issue here!" Professor Mann's voice turned sharp, her authority undeniable. "This is about cooperating with the school and the police. Please focus on the facts."

Mrs. Murdoch finally shut her mouth, sulking.

The dorm fell back into an uneasy silence, broken only by the sound of drawers opening and belongings being shuffled through.

The parents were thorough. They checked every drawer, every book.

I stood to the side, scanning the messy desks. My eyes finally landed on Giselle's small trash bin by her bed—the little one for used cotton pads and makeup wipes.

Inside, buried under a few crumpled cotton pads, was a single piece of white paper. Tightly balled up. Completely out of place.

My heart skipped.

I stepped forward, ignoring the mix of suspicion and disgust in the eyes around me. I put on a disposable glove from the desk and carefully pulled the paper out of the trash.

Slowly, I unfolded the wrinkled sheet.

My eyes narrowed at the handwriting.

It was a hospital lab report. More specifically, a blood HCG test report.

At the top, the hospital's name and logo were printed clearly. The patient name read: Giselle Murdoch.

The test date was three days ago.

At the bottom, in the results column, an arrow shot far above the normal range. Followed by a clear conclusion: Possible early pregnancy.

I held the thin sheet in my hand and lifted my gaze toward Giselle's mother, who was still anxiously digging through her daughter's closet.

In that moment, all the noise in the dorm seemed to vanish. All I could hear was the thud of my own heartbeat.

So this… this was what they were really trying to run from.

I raised the test report in my hand.

"Um," I said. "I think… I might have just found out why they disappeared."