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A light moved between the trees. I chased it. Gone. Another. White.

Then another farther away. I changed direction.

Voices. I stopped.

No. I didn’t stop.

I slowed enough to hear them. Someone calling. Far away.

Another voice answered.

A dog barked. Then another.

Light swung through the trees.

White. Red. Blue.

My name. “Hazel!”

I ran toward it. Branches whipped past. Another shout.

Closer now.

“Hazel!”

More voices joined it. Everything ahead of me moved. People. So many people.

Flashlights cut through the trees. Headlamps. Reflective strips. Uniforms.

A dog lunging against a lead while someone hauled it back.

Trucks angled along the road beyond them.

Police lights washed red and blue over the branches.

An ambulance. Another truck.

A folding table under portable lights. Maps spread across a hood.

Radios. Water coolers.

People everywhere.

Searching.

For—

Me.

Someone screamed my name.

Mom. The sound broke something open.

I kept running. People started toward me. One shape separated from all the others.

Faster. Bigger. Instantly familiar.

Declan.