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Clayton looked sick. Rook and Ruckus were keeping people back.

Micah was beside Sadie.

A trainer knelt nearby with a bag open in front of her.

And beyond all of them—

People. So many people. Watching. Whispering.

I knew what they saw.

Not Hazel Piper. Not a runner.

Not the girl who worked at the flower shop or sat through football games or made fun of Bishop brothers.

That girl.

The one who was taken. The one who didn’t come back right.

My stomach turned.

“Get them away,” I whispered.

Ruckus heard me.

His head came up.

“You heard her,” he called to the people nearest us. “Move.”

Rook didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to. “Back up.”

The circle widened.

Dad moved closer. “Babygirl.”

I looked at him.

His eyes closed briefly. Relief. Pain. Something worse.

“How long?” I asked.

Nobody answered.

I looked at Declan.

“How long?”

His jaw flexed.

Sadie made herself look at her phone.

Her hand was shaking so badly Micah steadied her wrist.

“Nineteen minutes,” she said.

I stared at her. “No.”

Her eyes filled again. “Hazel.”