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Runaway
“I haven’t heard from him. But if Brady or I do hear anything, we’ll call you right away,” Liz said over the phone. “You could always come over here if you want.”
“No, I want to be here in case he shows up,” Savannah told her.
She hadn’t slept all night. Dark circles ringed her eyes, but they weren’t swollen or puffy or red. She hadn’t cried. Not one tear. She was too numb and horrified and worried.
Really worried.
Easton had left almost exactly twelve hours ago, and he was still nowhere to be seen. He wasn’t answering texts or calls. He hadn’t been online in all that time. No one else had heard from him. And she had no idea where he was, if he was okay, or if he was lying in a gutter somewhere.
“All right,” Liz said. “Should I come over there to be with you?”
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