Fast.
Focused.
“The church.”
Everybody freezes.
Gabriel straightens sharply.
“What church?”
Hannah’s eyes widen slowly.
“Oh my God.”
Fear.
Recognition.
And something else.
Hope.
“I know where the list is. I wrote everything down.”
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Hannah
The church appears through the rain like a ghost.
Dark steeple.
Broken stained glass.
Half-swallowed by fog rolling in from the waterfront.
And the second I see it—
my stomach drops.
Because I remember this place.
Not clearly.
Not completely.
But enough.
“Oh God…”
Clay’s hand tightens around mine instantly as the SUV slows near the curb.
“You sure this is it?”
Am I?
The answer should be yes.
