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In a dream, maybe.
If I wake up, I’ll never be able to survive.
My heart rate hasn’t gone down since I was texting with Landon.
That was an hour ago.
I finished taking care of my garden, removed my gloves, and freshened up, then waited for him.
And waited.
But there’s still no trace of him.
I’m by the tall window overlooking the entrance, but my car is the only one in the driveway.
I check my watch for the thousandth time.
He made it seem as if he would be here in fifteen minutes, but that’s clearly not the case. He couldn’t have texted me from London or something, right?
This is starting to worry me. Especially since he never replied to the subsequent texts I sent asking about his whereabouts. Lan always replies to my texts.
Always.
My phone vibrates in my hand and I check it so fast, I nearly drop it. My shoulders hunch when I see the name on the lock screen, then guilt gnaws at my insides for feeling disappointed.
I’m such a horrible friend.
Brandon:Hey. Lan is with you, right?
My chest tightens and a burst of uneasiness spreads down my spine.
Bran knows about us and even told me that Lan seems to be genuinely trying not to be his asshole self for the first time. However, he never asks about us or what we do. In fact, he’s the type who’d rather be spared the details, unlike Remi, who called for a ‘meeting’ so he could get the latest gossip.
So the fact that Bran is asking now deviates from a pattern and I don’t like that. I type with unsteady fingers.
Mia:Why are you asking?
Brandon:Just tell me if he’s with you or not. Please.
Mia:He’s not. We were supposed to meet, but it’s taking him longer than usual to get here.
He reads the text but there’s no reply.
Mia:What’s going on? Is there something wrong?
Brandon:I don’t know, Mia. Maybe you’re the one who needs to tell me what the fuck is going on.
I stare at the text with my jaw nearly hitting the floor. That doesn’t sound like Bran, especially since I’ve never heard him curse.
My screen lights up again.
Brandon:I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you, but I think, no, I’m ninety percent certain your brother has something to do with Lan’s disappearance. He either kidnapped or assaulted him, then threw him in a ditch somewhere. That is, if he didn’t fucking kill him. Bloody hell.
My breathing quickens as I read and reread the words.
Mia:How do you know?
Brandon:It doesn’t matter how I know. I just do. We need to do something before it’s too late.
