(Nisha)
I just. I couldn’t. Emotions clawed at me, but I couldn’t identify them. They were all mixing together and crushing me from the inside out.
I turned and emptied my stomach, the visceral feelings coming out one way or another.
Cameron laid me in the back of the car and wrapped blankets from our packs around me.
“Get the-the poster,” I rasped. It was the last thing I said for I don’t know how long. My shadows created a warm shroud, and I let myself slip into the darkness, craving anything that wasn’t this.
(Cameron)
I typed a quick text to Jackson and Lucas. The door was locked with a chain, and I didn’t have the tools with me. A broken window, and I had the missing person flyer in my hands. I searched for more, but this was the only one in sight.
I couldn’t look at it; it
