# Chapter 7: The Address, the Dossier, and the Cry in the Leaves
Hello everyone, it’s me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 7 of *Forget You Saw Her free digital audiobook*. And wow, what a tense, aching, beautifully unsettling chapter this is. Sabina has finally arrived in Ogden, but nothing about this arrival feels like relief. It feels like a held breath, a door creaking open, and a sign she desperately needs to believe in.
When we find Sabina, she is standing bleary-eyed in the entryway of her Airbnb, looking around a tiny apartment that feels more like a pause than a home. There is a bedroom just past the kitchen, but she cannot bring herself to sleep properly. She tells herself she only needs to rest her eyes long enough for her fuzzy mind to start working again. She sets an alarm, then falls into a mercifully dreamless sleep on the living room couch. But the alarm is unnecessary. The pent-up adrenaline in her veins snaps her eyes open at 8:01 a.m. She has missed a call from Joel. Yet what truly grabs her attention is a text from Bunny Beaumont.
Not a real message. Just an address.
That simple text lands like a thunderclap. Sabina scrambles to unlock her phone, types out a reply, then slowly erases it. Bunny does not seem like a woman of many words, and Sabina does not want to get stuck waiting for another text telling her when she can come over. As far as she is concerned, this is an open invitation. She finally settles on “See you soon” and hits send. Then she plugs the address into her Maps app. Her heart pounds so hard that the screen blurs before her eyes, but not before she sees the truth: the Beaumont house is only five blocks away from her Airbnb. Ogden is not a big city, but five blocks is close. It feels like a sign. And Sabina needs it to be a sign.
She leaves her suitcase where it stands on the floor of the stark, minimalist kitchen. She brews a cup of coffee and gratefully wolfs down one of the chocolate chip cookies her host left on the table with a note: “Welcome to our humble home! Enjoy the treats.” She grabs her car keys from the hook by the front door, then glances at herself in the hall mirror. She rakes a hand through her hair and hesitates when her fingers move over the cowlick in the middle of her bangs. She had never given it much thought before, other than to flatten it with a straight iron when she blow-dried her hair. Now she will think of Andrea every time she sees that stubborn lick of hair. She swipes furiously at her red-rimmed eyes and rubs at the mascara stains making her under-eye circles appear even deeper. She looks like hell. But she cannot imagine Bunny Beaumont will care. Not when Andrea has been missing for three months.
Her first impression of Bunny was not great, but Sabina reminds herself that maybe the woman she spoke with two hours earlier was just—understandably—skeptical. Bunny does not know her from Adam. And if Bunny loved Andrea the way Sabina hopes, then Bunny has been through hell for a while now. All the suspicions Sabina had ruminated on during the ride up suddenly dissolve into a desperate hope: maybe Bunny Beaumont is every bit as frantic to find Andrea as she is. Maybe Sabina is about to meet someone who understands the unbearably sharp pain wrapped around every nerve in her body. Another mother who cared for her baby for seventeen years.
She applies a fresh layer of tinted lip balm, smooths her hair one more time, and tries to look less unhinged. As she gets into the car, she calls Joel. He answers on the first ring. “I’m sending you a dossier,” he says abruptly, without even a hello. That makes her eyes sting all over again. “Thanks, baby.” A dossier is what they call the mega-document he makes every time they take a vacation together. There have been many dossiers over the years. Before Joel and Sabina got married, she tended to fly by the seat of her pants when she traveled, stopping at random promising-looking restaurants that were inevitably booked, gravitating toward whatever tourist trap splashed across billboards. Not Joel. Joel is a diligent Boy Scout, and she has come to love his ability to suss out the best places to eat and the hidden gems off the beaten path. It is just one of the many things she loves about him.
Joel tells her to send her Airbnb address so he can add more specifics near her location. But Ogden is not that big, so he thinks she will be good to go. He has found food options, the address for the police station, the three homeless shelters within city limits, and hot spots for some of the unofficial encampments that get used quite a bit—according to Reddit. Apparently there is one near the cemetery that the police are always breaking up. But don’t go there at night, he says softly. “How are you doing?”
Sabina tries to answer, but all she manages is a snuffle past the lump in her throat. She opens her mouth, trying to tell him how much this gesture means to her, but all that comes out is a sob. “You don’t have to do this on your own, Sabi,” he says gently while she cries. “I can be on the next flight. You just say the word.” “No,” she says more fiercely than she intended, finding her voice. She knows she wants him there. She cannot tell him how much it means that he sent the dossier. She loves him. But she has no idea how long this will take. His mom cannot even walk, Joel. She needs him there right now. What Sabina really needs is his support, and she already knows she has that.
He does not answer for a few seconds, and she is afraid she hurt his feelings. Then he sighs in resignation. From the faint bustle in the background, she can tell he is in the hall of the rehab center with his mom now. “You always have my support. But I’m expecting calls and texts. Lots of them. I… I know I never met Andrea. But she was yours, and that means I love her too. Okay?” “You’re the best human,” Sabina whispers, wiping her tears and turning the key in the ignition. “I’m going to meet her adoptive mom right now. I’ll fill you in on everything when I’m done there.”
It takes barely two minutes to pull up at the curb of the address Bunny texted her. At first glance, it looks like every other house on the quaint little street in an established neighborhood. A skinny two-story with red brick accents, cracked black shutters, and white paint that has seen better days. It sits on a tree-thick lot with tall, crooked elms flanking the perimeter and a canal flowing on one side. There is a detached shed set back from the house, painted to look like an old-fashioned barn. The neighborhood has a rural feel, and the acreage across the street is filled with corn. Not suburbia exactly, but not the countryside either.
As Sabina gets out of the car and starts down the walkway leading to the front door, a sense of unease hits her so strongly it stops her in her tracks. And then, out of the blue, just loud enough that she can hear it above the rustle of the pale green leaves in the elms—she hears a baby crying. A hiccupping, frantic sound in the distance. Goosebumps pop across her arms, and she shakes off the insane thought that has wormed its way to the front of her mind. She knows she is imagining things, on high alert, eager for another sign. All babies probably sound the same when they cry. Like mewling kittens. But even so, she could have sworn it was her Andrea.
And that is where Chapter 7 leaves us: on a cracked walkway, beneath crooked elms, with a cry in the air and a mother’s heart refusing to believe it is only imagination.
## Reader’s Impressions & Star Rating
This chapter is a masterclass in quiet dread. It does not need a jump scare or a violent confrontation to make the reader’s skin prickle. Instead, it uses the ordinary textures of grief—a missed call, a single text with an address, a cowlick in the mirror, a chocolate chip cookie—to build a sense of impending revelation. Sabina’s emotional state is so raw and believable. Her hope that Bunny will be an ally, her guilt and love for Joel, her desperate need for signs, all of it makes her feel painfully human. The dossier detail is especially tender, a small reminder that love can express itself in spreadsheets and shelter addresses and warnings about cemeteries at night.
The final image of the baby crying in the distance is chilling. It could be nothing. It could be everything. And that ambiguity is exactly what makes it so effective. This chapter earns its tension honestly, and it left me desperate to turn the page.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
I predict that Sabina will knock on Bunny Beaumont’s door, and the meeting will be far more complicated than either woman expects. Bunny may be guarded, grief-stricken, and possibly hiding something—or she may be the one person who finally gives Sabina a real lead. The baby’s cry will haunt Sabina, and I suspect it is either a memory bleeding into the present or a real sound tied to Andrea’s disappearance in a way no one is ready to explain. I also think Bunny will reveal a detail about Andrea’s life in Ogden that changes the entire search, maybe pointing toward the homeless encampments Joel mentioned or someone Andrea was afraid of. Whatever happens, Sabina is about to step into a house that holds seventeen years of secrets, and I do not think she will leave unchanged.
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